A follow-up to the previous art, where the stallion simply could not escape from being slowly overtaken by the dark prison of blob he got himself into. Because of impulsion, his display of initial resistance could not overpower the psychological effects he is experiencing by bonding with the shadows.
 
Soon enough, the uncontrollable spread of thick gunk acting like a super tightrope encasing all over his body, is slowly taking over his will as much as it wants. Loosing much control, he fell down to his knees, grunting as he desperately uses all his strength to break free of what is left. But the wings have sprouted and the form clearly shaped, time has been sharply reduced for this guy, even though a change of mind was already futile from the start.