Elenisil: The beginning.
Cold air blowing from the north whips up the light freshly fallen snow from the ground as a lone wolf sings his solome song to the bright swollen moon. Past the clearing of the meadow lay the deep dark tangle of woods, pitch black in the dark of night. Tall whispy trees line the deeper dark of the old decidous forest, creating a buffer to what lurks beyond. The deep indago of night in the open falters and succumbs to the utter dark of the covered canopy.
Under those swaying limbs nostrils flair as a mass of impermiable darkness moves through the forest, subtle rustling is the only sound as the creature keeps on its unknown path. A small break in the canopy of the trees above allows only a short glimpse of what lurkes in the dark of night. Long black legs form graceful pillars to a sleek muscular body, highly arched neck flowing upward to a fine, regal head. A mane blacker than the night itself hangs low beyond the downward curve of her neck dancing playfully in the cold breeze of the night with 10 sharp spines lining her necks arched curve. The most noticeable feature of the strange equine creature, however, is the great smooth horn sprouting from the center of her head with steel blue slitted eyes framed by a long black forelock.
Just as soon as the great mythic broke into the fragmented light of the moon she was gone. no traces of the creature is left in her wake and the forest itself covers up her presence. A rare glimpse so fast and fleeting the forest itself would never reveal her, the last true myth.
For she is Elenisil, the oldest creature and the only one of her kind.