Fasfer, Leader of Poisoned Peak (Redhead) (R/M)

A new leader is in town. A whole new fighting machine has been created and will stop at nothing to gain power.

Within a ring of bloody fire stood a smoldering black form that danced back and forth. It had no definite shape, no volume, no mass. But it had a voice, a loud and raspy voice that cried and growled in rage and pain. It hissed and spat like the spitting flames that licked at it. The voice was garbled and warped, twisted and sick like that of a dying animal rather than one coming alive. The flames burned brighter and rose higher, engulfing the screaming form as it reached for the tree tops. The flames grew bigger, wider, and burned with such intensity that the surrounding foliage and anything in it caught fire. The wind picked up and blew the flames in a circle, spinning them faster and faster until the black form took shape. With a deadly, bone chilling laugh the the form exploded. The fire vanished leaving a black fog in its wake. The fog swirled along the ground and twisted around the burnt trees like inky fingers of death. Everything began to glow a crimson red, the burning light shining eerily across the strewn objects of the wrecked forest.
It moved..


The once black form now was a shape. It took a step and then another until it emerge from the thick fog, fully exposing itself to the open air. The shape was that of a massive horse,a stallion of 16 hands high, maybe even higher, and he towered over everything. His pelt was the color of onyx, shiny and glossy as if nothing could ruin its shine. He was an ugly beast, yet a beauty. His skin was tight, so tight that it defined every muscle and bone in his body, including his protruding rib cage. His hooves were like lead and nailed to his two front ones, were sharpened lead slabs fitted to his feet. One rear and killer stab would have an opponent torn to shreds. His mane and tail were long and thick. A bind bound the bottom of his tail. His neck and skull were short, but powerful. Under his snarling lips were two 3" inch fangs loaded with a deadly poison. The killer wore chains and a harness about his neck with a curved hook. Attached to the hook was a chain that was deeply imbedded into his back and came out through his under carriage. Another chain went through his front legs and back up to the hook, twisted around it and then up to his mouth where it was attached to a bit. His bridle had blinders on either side with a bloody X through them. No one knows what his eyes look like and no one will. Two chains were coming out of his cornets on his back legs. All in all, he was a deadly beauty.

Now he goes by Fasfer and nothing else. He has a nasty habit of killing ruthlessly and forcing helpless mare. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants. In a way, he already has it. Fasfer killed the old leader, Saturn, and has taken his place. Double cross him and your buying a one way ticket to hell.

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(btw, i am Hollywood Undead, owner of Saturn who was the former leader of Poisoned Peak. I can no longer find his picture online so iv chosen to have him killed and a new leader put in his place.)

One late spring morning as the cherry blossoms fell, the next lead mare of the lightness herd was born. her name would be Maia, her coat was of a blue roan paint which not many ever saw. but all this peace was coming to a swift end as darkness descended on to the valley. Maia's mother hid the new born in a cave where no one would find her. with the lightness herd killed off and their princess thought to be gone forever, darkness claimed the land.


it had been many years since darkness to over her once beautiful home, but now a beautiful mare, Maia did not let that effect her. she grazed on some fresh spring grass after a harsh winter. she had lived in a small clearing that had been left untouched by the darkness, but something lingered in the air. Maia raised her dished head and pricked her ears towards the west, something was telling her to head towards the west. she started to walk in that direction, all the while the scenery around her began to look dead and dark. she wasn't afraid of the darkness. she did not know it but with every step she took hoof prints of lightness were left behind her. as she went further she cane to a small creek, the water was so dark it almost looked black, Maia looked around her everything looked of ash. she snort not know what or who was watching her.

Fasfer snorted and pulled himself from his smokey barrier, the chains making an eerie clanking sound with each step. He bobbed his head once and groaned as his bones cracked from years without use. It felt good to move again, to feel the damp earth beneath his hooves and to smell the charred air around him. Another ghostly moan tumbled from him as moved in a loose circle, working his tight joints and stretching his taut muscles. The stallion knew that his time spent in this life time would be grand and filled with evil doing. It was his purpose after all.

Moving forward, leaving the burnt remains of his coming to behind him, the demon headed towards the nearest water source. His throat was parched and he felt dehydrated. But water wasn't the only thing that would quench his thirst day, no. He was going to have to feed too. The sound of trickling water touched his keen ears and he turned towards that direction, eventually finding himself standing before a thin running creek. Fasfer dipped his head and touched his mug to the cool water's surface, proceeding to drink his fill noisily. With a satisfied gasp, he elevated his head and stood still, water dripping off of his lips. Now it was time to feed. He didn't have the energy to search for a more delectable meal such as another horse, so he would settle for a deer or if he were desperate enough, a fox or rabbit. He could always feed again later.

Closing his mysterious eyes behind his blinders, Fasfer took a deep breath and listened. All around him the sounds of the forest filled his ears and tempted his stomach. His throat burned and he desired to sink his fangs into every living thing he could find nearest to him. The bellow of a buck rang clear and true and Fasfer's mouth watered. A wicked smile broke over his face as he turned and moved slowly, quietly, towards the sound of the male deer, visions of the blood bath soon to come flooding his imagination. Within moments, he was hiding within the shadows and watching the buck rake his antlers against the bark of a large tree. Fasfer inwardly moaned at the sight of him and began his plan to kill him. He could easily have just lunged at him and sank his fangs right in, but he was lacking energy to do so. Instead, he called forth his affinity for darkness and two think black vines pulled themselves from the ground. They slithered silently towards the buck. One reached up and wove itself through all four legs and trapped the buck, knocking him on his side. The creature cried out as the tendrils sliced his skin. The second reached up and clamped down on his muzzle, silencing him. "Very good, my beauties." Fasfer said, his voice as raspy as sand paper. He emerged from the shadows and loomed over the deer. He watched with a sick lust for buck as he struggled to break his bonds. The deer's eyes were white and wild with fear as they watched its attack stand over him. In one quick movement, Fasfer was upon him, his fangs deeply imbedded in his jugular. The demonic stallion gorged on his blood until he was swollen, but not full. The two two tendrils slithered back into the shadows.