Post by Forelocks on Jul 1, 2006 8:18:18 GMT 2
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We are presently in need of more members, and there are lands open for claiming.
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Dreary mist hung in bunches through the air, clinging to the morning's swift, chilly breeze. Slender legs scissor-snapped together as a new figure lurched underneath those painted skies. A deathly quiet seemed to press down upon the creature as he stood, the feathered tuft that hung from his tail brushing against silken hocks. A cry ripped from his vocals, harsh and shrieking, startling the realm out of its reverie. It was his.
Bereuen's wide, staring eyes did not show any evil, and many often questioned his chosen path, the one to some sort of unspoken darkness. This darkness, of course (in Bereuen's thoughts), was a mere seam in the world's mind, a niche where he found himself. He was not of any morbid inquity. He simply followed the path he found himself tugged towards, a voyage void of bloodshed.
Perhaps it was circumstance that led him to the dark alliance, for he was a capricious horse, easily swayed by other sensory output, and always for no apparent reason.
Oh, he could see it now, that towering stallion leaning over him, a sparkling sense of arrogance and disdain in those cold, diamond eyes. "A leader, Bereuen? You? A leader?" Bereuen was small and slight of weight as a foal, well-muscled meat dripping fluidly over his bones, clinging deliciously to his limbs. He was a strong one, but not much when it came to any sort of leadership.
"Yes. A leader," Bereuen snapped back, hips and legs pushed forwards determinedly, shaggy tail looped down and across a sweating croup. Like a thin raven driven subtly along by the wind.
The other tensed his jowls, a growl of laughter rising hastily into his quickened mouth. He stood firmly on the ground, taunting the colt before him, lips rasping as he made it clear he thought it nigh on impossible for Bereuen to get to any position of leadership.
And Bereuen, being the stubborn creature he was, turned his shoulder in an elegant twirl, ears shut against his pretty skull, plans for the distant future already whirring through his insecure mind.
Later in life, he would think the words; Maybe, indeed, I went like this to defy his judgment. For Bereuen knew all along he was not molded in the way of a captain, and now he held to him a strange and powerful position, that of king to a huge, expansive realm. In some part of him, he braced himself to watch everything crumble.
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We are presently in need of more members, and there are lands open for claiming.
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Dreary mist hung in bunches through the air, clinging to the morning's swift, chilly breeze. Slender legs scissor-snapped together as a new figure lurched underneath those painted skies. A deathly quiet seemed to press down upon the creature as he stood, the feathered tuft that hung from his tail brushing against silken hocks. A cry ripped from his vocals, harsh and shrieking, startling the realm out of its reverie. It was his.
Bereuen's wide, staring eyes did not show any evil, and many often questioned his chosen path, the one to some sort of unspoken darkness. This darkness, of course (in Bereuen's thoughts), was a mere seam in the world's mind, a niche where he found himself. He was not of any morbid inquity. He simply followed the path he found himself tugged towards, a voyage void of bloodshed.
Perhaps it was circumstance that led him to the dark alliance, for he was a capricious horse, easily swayed by other sensory output, and always for no apparent reason.
Oh, he could see it now, that towering stallion leaning over him, a sparkling sense of arrogance and disdain in those cold, diamond eyes. "A leader, Bereuen? You? A leader?" Bereuen was small and slight of weight as a foal, well-muscled meat dripping fluidly over his bones, clinging deliciously to his limbs. He was a strong one, but not much when it came to any sort of leadership.
"Yes. A leader," Bereuen snapped back, hips and legs pushed forwards determinedly, shaggy tail looped down and across a sweating croup. Like a thin raven driven subtly along by the wind.
The other tensed his jowls, a growl of laughter rising hastily into his quickened mouth. He stood firmly on the ground, taunting the colt before him, lips rasping as he made it clear he thought it nigh on impossible for Bereuen to get to any position of leadership.
And Bereuen, being the stubborn creature he was, turned his shoulder in an elegant twirl, ears shut against his pretty skull, plans for the distant future already whirring through his insecure mind.
Later in life, he would think the words; Maybe, indeed, I went like this to defy his judgment. For Bereuen knew all along he was not molded in the way of a captain, and now he held to him a strange and powerful position, that of king to a huge, expansive realm. In some part of him, he braced himself to watch everything crumble.