this guy's lookin' to kick some serious behind. the hunters had made a mistake. what they had thought to be their unicorn quarry was a simple old plowhorse. a plowhorse, betrayed by it's pale coat. the hunters did not bother to retrieve their arrows. they did not bother to ease the old mare's passing. they did not bother to watch, as from the dying nag's blood, a shadow rose. a shadow they would come to call Vengeance.