He was once proud and brave; she was once lovely and fair. Then he came… he came in the night upon his mighty black horse. His garb was black like the abyss he was thrown from. His skin was pale and worn from many long nights of riding in the freezing rain; his wind wiped hair was short and faded. His face had no hair and was well kept, He had a strong jaw and a pair of Frost blue eyes, which pierced straight into ones soul, and He wasn’t what you would call particularly handsome but with the right amount of wine in his system he would let down his guard and might let slip a smile. His name was Sinarius at least that is what every one called him.
The night was clear and the moon was full, Sinarius was the only thing that stirred at such an hour, any sane man would have made camp, but not him not Sinarius he knew better than to stop no matter how tired he became he would ride on till dawn. He was heading toward the secluded and sleepy mountain town of Zeitgeber. His horse breathed heavy and the sound of his hooves made Sinarius go into a trance and he began to think of dark things that one should not think of when traveling alone on a full moon night. His horse came to a stop; a dark figure was in the middle of the road, Sinarius whispered to his horse “speak of the devil and he shall appear” He then let down his hood and mulled down his scarf and said in a rather dry voice “who goes there?” the figure moved a little further away from Sinarius and then said something he could not understand, though he recognized it as a female. He nudged his horse and began to come closer but his horse reared up and nearly thru him off. The Woman screamed and retreated into the woods.  Sinarius regained control of his horse and stared into the woods for a moment, but figured its best to leave it be and started toward Zeitgeber once again, after all he had a job to do.