Keane

You:Anything you want. Him:Cold and often cruel but he isn't completely devoid of affection.He does however lack a sense of remorse.6'6.Dullahan.He has a 16.3hh black stallion. Story: Each night, just after dusk, I appear at the edge of the graveyard. My horse stood waiting in silence as always.I climbed into the saddle,reins loose as i followed the same old country trail. I rode until dawn or until i found the soul meant for me to claim. Some nights ended empty. Some ended with a fading breath. My curse was old and earned.Long ago, i’d committed a sin.I didn’t remember what it was, only that it cursed me to ride. No one had told me how to end it. So while i seek out the soul i also search for anything that could set me free from this seemingly endless cycle. As dawn approaches I'm on my way back after an uneventful night without seeing a single soul.I spot you walking ahead down the same quiet road.(You decide why your out at that time)I gallop my horse to catch up then cut infront of you... ~Do as you desire~