Straight from the Mountains of Gloom the beast arrived. Black as night. Eyes red as rubies, or even coals stoked upon a fire glowed from within the darkness.

Had she stepped into the light, the creature may have faintly resembled a black unicorn. Though she was far from.

Patches of dark black scales blended with the creature's natural hide. Dark dragonlike wings were often kept tucked.

She grazed like most other horses or unicorns, eatting tender shoots of young grass. But unlike others of her distant kin, she also scavenged.

Scenting out fallen prey, blood was a relished meal, and so was flesh.

Often times, she'd stay under the cover of darkness, waiting and watching as hunters would try and fell a stag, or boar.

The creature had all the patience in the world. Crimson red eyes would watch from the darkness. Eventually she would emerge after a successful kill. Though only after the hunters had gone. Leaving bits of their hunt behind.

If one listened close enough, they might even hear the shrill whinny of the creature, ending in a growl as she relished what ever meal she could.