Long before the lone rider emerged from the mist clouds, the sound of his horse's beating hoofs could be heard clawing in the distance. The pounding rhythm created a cruel echo foreshadowing the arrival of hell's servant, the DeathRider. Like a rotten, submerged carcass breaking the surface of a tepid pond, the rider moves slowly according to his own dictates. Nothing can prevent his ghastly mission...he comes for thee. -SS
"Death Rider II" by Kevin Nakagawa, CA 2004
Images: Rider by Curtis Uyeda Designs. Cloud 018E and Crooked Limb 097E by Stampscapes.