MQ March 4 - Our Red Star
Daeva stood in the shadows at the fork in the road. The muddy, dark mulch split into two paths at her void and golden hooves. She waited, camouflaged in the foliage with her shadowy coat pattern. Only the white of her chest, the gold of her horns and hooves and the thin, eerie ring of gold around her black eyes. The strong female stood at the apex of bad decisions, awaiting the fall of her victim so she could sweep them away in her darkness. Like a black window, she waited, fangs poised for her prey and smile curved with seduction to ensure their fate.
There were always those sitting on the fence - not wanting to believe that evil existed wh