The ghostly steed stands within the grass hills, its eyes glowing peircingly through the midnight mist. For now, while his rider was dismounted, the horse was left to his own devices. However it didn't amount to him doing much, other than standing patiently, waiting for his rider to return once more. Unphased by the sounds of the mortal world, the horse stands there, that is until his ears detect the sound of life, drawing his attention. His black ears pricked, the ghoulish equine stares.