Post by zenith on Jun 15, 2007 11:16:37 GMT -5
Strolling as though he were just an easy walker, the male made his slow way through the darkness and found one patch of land that he liked.
Helike
Standing stark still, the stallion stared at the ground, inching towards where the center was, his head held high, he looked around from where he stood at the moment. Piercing eyes didn't falter, his green, clear eyes looked about. This was a place he could come to stay. A paw of his foot, digging into the sod beneath him, this was going to be his place. There wasn't going to be anyone other than himself here. Snorting, he was going to start his own herd.
Lowering his head, then raising it to look into the sky, his body reared, his front legs pawing at the air as he whinnied, triumphantly, wanting and wishing for these lands to be his own. Landing with a thunder, he looked about himself, spotting that he was alone, he smirked and then felt the ages of the lands. Caressing them with his own attitude, the dark stallion was a nightmare to those who were wishing to come to him. The wish to keep these lands were strong in his veins. Kain stared straight ahead, the Frisian would make his mark, make it his home.
Grace and acceptance, not one of his biggest features, in fact, it didn't seem that he had a kind bone in his body, bursting into a run, the stallions sweat coated his body after he raced through the ruins of the city. Leaping over the low walls and sliding through the broke hallways, his hooves echoing with a clack-clack as he made his rounds through the area that was ruined.
It is said that the only being capable of being evil is the devil himself,
Clichés go no further than the thought of darkness itself,
Understanding is only half the battle.
Battling through the heat, Kain came to a stop, enjoying the warmth, the heat. It brought him a feeling of glee, a dark smirk trailed across his lips and he gazed around the lands he wished to claim as his own. Would he dare? Of course he would! Kain wouldn't be Kain unless he dared to push the envelope, even just a little bit, but of course he stated that he was the one. But whether the gods would grant him this, he didn't know. But was beseeching them to do so, with his march around these lands. The striding across only adding to the haughty way he went about things.
Muscles rippled beneath the coat of the dark bay, black mane and tail showed the contrast, the only thing that stuck out about him were those bright green eyes of his. And the stride, more of a swaggering saunter than just a gentle, yet graceful, walk. Trailing along was his tail, dragging along the ground except when to flick against his hide to swat at the flies that annoyed him.
Cresting the top of one of the sloping pieces of ruin, his head held high, he in haled the scent of the dilapidated ruins, mingling with his own scent and he made it his want to have the scent of the ruins keep his stench. The stench of evil and the stench of pain that others felt within his terrain. Blood, if there needed to be a battle, his tongue snaking out and running over to the shoulder that was soaked with sweat, nibbling as well to quell an itch. The salt was strong in his mouth and he didn't seem to care as he lifted his head, standing proudly.
This was where he wanted his home.
Helike
Standing stark still, the stallion stared at the ground, inching towards where the center was, his head held high, he looked around from where he stood at the moment. Piercing eyes didn't falter, his green, clear eyes looked about. This was a place he could come to stay. A paw of his foot, digging into the sod beneath him, this was going to be his place. There wasn't going to be anyone other than himself here. Snorting, he was going to start his own herd.
Lowering his head, then raising it to look into the sky, his body reared, his front legs pawing at the air as he whinnied, triumphantly, wanting and wishing for these lands to be his own. Landing with a thunder, he looked about himself, spotting that he was alone, he smirked and then felt the ages of the lands. Caressing them with his own attitude, the dark stallion was a nightmare to those who were wishing to come to him. The wish to keep these lands were strong in his veins. Kain stared straight ahead, the Frisian would make his mark, make it his home.
Grace and acceptance, not one of his biggest features, in fact, it didn't seem that he had a kind bone in his body, bursting into a run, the stallions sweat coated his body after he raced through the ruins of the city. Leaping over the low walls and sliding through the broke hallways, his hooves echoing with a clack-clack as he made his rounds through the area that was ruined.
It is said that the only being capable of being evil is the devil himself,
Clichés go no further than the thought of darkness itself,
Understanding is only half the battle.
Battling through the heat, Kain came to a stop, enjoying the warmth, the heat. It brought him a feeling of glee, a dark smirk trailed across his lips and he gazed around the lands he wished to claim as his own. Would he dare? Of course he would! Kain wouldn't be Kain unless he dared to push the envelope, even just a little bit, but of course he stated that he was the one. But whether the gods would grant him this, he didn't know. But was beseeching them to do so, with his march around these lands. The striding across only adding to the haughty way he went about things.
Muscles rippled beneath the coat of the dark bay, black mane and tail showed the contrast, the only thing that stuck out about him were those bright green eyes of his. And the stride, more of a swaggering saunter than just a gentle, yet graceful, walk. Trailing along was his tail, dragging along the ground except when to flick against his hide to swat at the flies that annoyed him.
Cresting the top of one of the sloping pieces of ruin, his head held high, he in haled the scent of the dilapidated ruins, mingling with his own scent and he made it his want to have the scent of the ruins keep his stench. The stench of evil and the stench of pain that others felt within his terrain. Blood, if there needed to be a battle, his tongue snaking out and running over to the shoulder that was soaked with sweat, nibbling as well to quell an itch. The salt was strong in his mouth and he didn't seem to care as he lifted his head, standing proudly.
This was where he wanted his home.
