Mathallazoth - Sad Post

Thud...thud...thud...thud...

The heavy steps sounded like a death toll as the massive demon made his way across the hardened rock of the battlefield. Thorns were flat upon his skull, disappearing 'neath the silken tresses of his ebony mane. A powerful snort issued from his flared nostrils, the vapor hanging in the cold air before dissolving once again into nothingness. Emotionless orbs gazed around at the land, strewn with the lifeless bodies of his foes... and his comrades. A spark of rage leapt into them, however, as his eyes wandered over a familiar form. With a furious roar he rushed at the crows perched 'pon it's carcass and they scattered, screeching their bloodthirsty cries to the heavens as they flew into the surrounding trees to wait, their greedy black eyes watching him carefully.

He stood over the frame, lowering his head to brush the cold neck gently. How beautiful the mare had once been, her azure blue coat shining in the sunlight. Now it was dull, marred by scars and caked with dried blood. He noticed how her neck was still stretched out, and her teeth still bared in a vicious snarl towards something nearby. He followed her dead gaze and saw, to his endless fury, the bodice of her sister. A thick stream of muttered swear words flowed from his maw as he stood, still gazing at the two. Then, moving forward, he gently closed the blue roan mare's eyes with a brush of his muzzle. "Rest in peace, my love," he whispered into her ear.

Then, with a gentle shake of his head, he backed away from the horrid scene. Eyelids fell shut as his crania lifted again, muzzle parting to release a mournful cry to the unhearing skies. A thought wandered through his mind as he turned and began to walk out of the land.

Is it truly winning... if all we do is lose?