Introduction
Clip- clop! Clip- clop!
The echoing sound of hooves was the only sound on the barren plain. The Black Rider sat atop a ghostly horse, hood drawn up. He was wrapped in flowing, graying robes, with a thin yet durable two handed sword strapped securely to his left hip. All of this gave him the look of a wandering ghost.
His horse was the same. Its face looked gaunt and dead. It wore a horse- helmat, a horn, much like that of a uncorn's, jutting from it's top, although nobody could mistake the horse for a unicorn, for it was a dark horse, so malnourished and slender it's ribs could be seen in the moonlight. Although it looked it, the horse was anything but weak. It was majestic and strong, but in a lethal way.
Behind them, there was a third member of their party. It was a ghost at the Rider's shoulder. It carried a poisoned dagger and a sour expression. It was a gaunt thing, and had he removed his robe, his skeleton would be visible. The party continued on through the night, a deathly, breathtaking group.
Clip- clop! ...Clip- clop!
The sound of hooves died in the darkness of the bleak, dreary night.
Kairash: thanks to CrackedKatana for betaing and helping me with this.