As the day grew old, the stars took their place in the dimmed sky. The sun hidden, yet the sun rays projected from the moon. Eyes as black as the void peered through the dense Tengel Rainforest. Nostrils flaring also on the beast,
the wounded thought the Nyghtmare.
The prey. The demonic horse thought again. Upper lip curled up, cells inside the mouth, that also were for taste and smell, could nearly taste the blood. As any equine did, the cells could smell, helping an herbivorous mamalia detect predators, but for the Nyghtmare, it was to detect prey.