A lone figure stood, pondering, thinking. He was completely unaware of his surroundings. The open plains of Australia could have been a battle front. But he cared not. He cared for nothing and no one. He didn't bother with thinking about those pathetic humans, he didn't bother thinking about anything. He had had enough, no, he had had to much, and he wanted it to end. He wasnted the world to crash in on him. He wanted the very world to explode. He didn't care how many people were sent spiraling to their deaths because of it, he just wanted to die.

What was it to him if millions upon millions of people lost their lives, nothing, he didn't care. He never did. It was all about him. But the truth of the matter was that he did are. It did make a diffreence to him, or at least it used to. Before everything went wrong and he was sent spiraling downwards into a state of dispair. He had lost his sense of love when he had lost his best friend. But it had started when he had lost his mother. That was when the treachery began, that was when he vowed to seek revenge on every last person that had ever wronged him. All his enemies, and he had quite a lot of them. Everyone hated him, when you were like him it was hard not to.

He remembered the change. He remembers despair crashing over him like a wave. It was all so clear in his mind. Like all those years hadn't past, still, he lived on. How little it meant to him. He didn't care anymore, but before he died he would track down his father with which he had long since lost contact with. I wanted to kill him, for every once of hatered that ran through his body. The very blood that ran in his veins. Everything, but more then anything, his mother.

She was the sane one in the family. And she would be the only demon you ever met that didn't go around killing people, at first, Tiger followed in her footsteps. But then she left. Tiger didn't know if she was alive or dead, but she wasn't with him. Then he witdrew to his horses. Or his horse. Over Dose. Over Dose was the best. Or atleast he was in Tigers oppinion. The dark bay stallion had more energy then should by physacaly possible. But it was possible, because Over Dose acheived it.

But it was the death of ste stallion that drove him to the point of being evil.They had been going to a shw when the guy behind him crashed into the trailer. His father had not been willing to risk it and had insisted on puting the stallion down. Tiger had had no choice, according to human understandings he was still a minor no matter how old he was rruelly they couldn't tell him that. There for, Robert Thomas got the final word.