I couldn’t help but feel apprehensive as I rode, alone, over the Plains of White Ash. It was inherently suicidal to come here. A shiver ran along my spine, and I looked around fearfully. And there, galloping along a path parallel to my own, were two of the beasts that I so desired to capture. Two skeletal wraiths, gliding smoothly beneath the tremendous echo of the Dragonsback Volcano. They were so light, so sure-footed, that they kicked up clouds of ash, yet hardly left a convicting mark in their powdery wake. Their mouths hung wide, their tongues writhed in the ecstasy of the ever-present fire, and their hollow eyes seemed to flash. Oh, how I desired to capture them, to corrupt them to my own selfish needs. But alas, they were too far, and too fast for me to even faintly hope of achieving such a feat.The scarred Volcano belched out another plume of smoke, and the gray one turned its hideous head towards me. It felt as though my very soul was being searched, and it took all of my humane strength to remain in place as they danced by. Then it turned to face its original path, whilst its coal-black partner raised its head high. Its echoing shriek faintly reached my ears, and it drained the last of my courage. My mount and I turned and fled away from that strange place, the place that few dare to roam, and never returned there, for fear of the rightly named creatures that danced amongst the flames. For fear of the Hellhorses. Look! A background! I seem to be doing more and more of them...but my camera ate it, and sorry it's so small...Hellhorses. Original. I did have a long description here, but I think it was too long to read comfortably...sorry.