Something told him to look up as he walked his charger down the cobbled street of the main city. His sword drawn and dripping blood, elven blood.
His red eyes locked with the terrified blue eyes that stared back at him from a young elf woman in the balcony above. He smiled in sheer amusement.
He could almost taste the terror that radiated from the white robed she-elf. He could sense the the faint aura of light surrounding her.
A priest of the light! This should prove fun, he thought, as he watched her scramble up to the roof, all the while laughing darkly below her.
"Run Run little elfling." he chuckled to himself as he dismounted the undead charger. He didn't know why but he wanted to see the terror in those eyes as he spilled her blood.
She was running, and it spoke to the predator in him to pursue. Those blue eyes would lose that holy light slowly as the life left her body.
He would enjoy watching as her body grew cold and her blood pooled on the cobblestone. Looking for a door nearby, he saw the broken door of the Inn and strode purposefully towards it.
The massive black figure would have such fun with the young priest; watching the light and hope being snuffed from her. And he would enjoy every agonizing moment of her delicious terror.