A man in traditional adventurer garb rode along the often traveled footpath on his horse. He patted its disturbingly cold and scaled neck, signalling it to slow to a trot. He squinted at the temple on the horizon, sighing to himself. Only a bit longer until he would reach the place.
His horse growled at him. No, not a horse, a Nyghtmare. He scratched it behind the ears, which seemed to pacify the beast.
"
You're supposed to be a terrifying carnivore, Shadlithe. Act like one instead of begging for scratches."
The creature snarled at its master menacingly, but the man didn't seem to be moved. He appeared to know the horse quite well, and was aware that its snarls were simply how it responded.