Diablerie, being the mischievious stallion that he was, chuckled heavily to himself as he buried a dead beetle in the hay that he knew his squeamish herd-mate would eat. He enjoyed playing pranks and practical jokes on others; it was his favorite past-time.
Growing bored with his yurt, Diablerie made his way out towards an oasis just on the horizon. It was not too far off, but the heat rising from the sands made it appear wavy, almost mirage-like, and Diablerie questioned his own sight when he noticed it disappear. Scoffing at himself for thinking it disappeared, when it really was only hidden behind a thick wall of airborn sand.
The walk didn't take long, and soon Diablerie had almost completely submersed himself in the cool, clear water, the only thing above the water being his head.
