A dark image seperated what was the chaotic land of Brimstone Mountain and the hazardous land beyond. From which the shadow faced there was all of crimson stained statues and forms unrecognizable and unclear through the haze of grey smoke that swirled across the black sky. But from behind, what was hardly seen of the sun was fading behind rolling hills of grass with patches of lifeless forms of all shapes and sizes. The sky was painted with luminous colors- crimson, orange, pink.. but not a shade of blue. The darkness from the mountains loomed over all visible land, even what appeared to be a shadow was barely visible. The shadow, which moments ago had been standing, quite ignored and understated, moved forward slightly as the sun attempted one last, pitiful show of it's glory on the world before it, before it sank mercilessly behind the hills and shone no more. As the earth was cast into undeniable darkness, the shadow was now undetectable. Even as it slid unnoticed by any, further and further into the land, it remained nothing more than a shadow, unebelievably so.
The red dawn behind the shadow issued no further insult to his name, as the steady grow of smoke barreled it over and ate it, replacing it with it's own black abyss. The steady rise of the moon taunted the shadow, sending streams of light towards it, hoping to catch it off guard and claim that is was something more than it wanted to be. But the shadow slid over the earth with steady power and cunning ability. It fled the light, crafting it's own intellect far beyond what the moon would have thought it's ability. Yet it continued it's journey over the rugged terrain, scattering bits of fallen ash, creating small avalanches and rock falls in it's wake. Alas, there was a barren stretch before it, where the moon would not let the shadow pass. It drew up to the moonlight, halting abruptly as the tip of it nearly passed through the light. It seemed to stare into the light, deciding? Perhaps.
After moments of 'decision' the shadow gave the world an abrupt and curt glimpse of itself. It took only seconds for the shadow to cross the path before it, yet the land decided what in fact the shadow truly was. The shadow had a strong equine build, broad, but not overly large. It kept it's defined head down, level with it's shoulders. It's stride was long and sure-footed, though not beautiful. The shadow was indeed what it wanted to be, blacker than night itself with no markings that would indicate visual of light, only it's eyes deceived it. They were normal sized... but they were not black or brown. They were a hazy grey as though smoke billowed inside them. Indeed they were a dark grey, almost debating whether to explain it's color scheme and turn completely obsidian. But that was all the world could deceifer as once more the darkness overpowered the shadow... just as it wanted to be.
Suddenly, the shadow stopped. Facing what appeared to be a cascade of swirling fog and smoke. It looked about itself, studying whatever it's hazy eyes could find, then gave a curt nod as if to say, 'This will do.' before it took another power, long stride forward and was surrounded by the swirling mass itself and further into what land it would now call home. There was no other reason to indicate that a creature... or shadow, had even set foot inside the land. Nothing moved besides the smoke, nothing made a sound. There was only the stench of death about the air and the moonlight to become it. Evertying else... was no longer. Even though the shadow remained in the darkness, left alone to wallow in the things of which he was, there was only a trace of it's persence... the lingering appeal of the savadgery and ghost-like manner in it's eyes. The only thing that gave him the advantage of truly becoming the poltergeist he was.