Post by ryuk on Aug 10, 2008 21:25:26 GMT -5
Ryuk
Cracked hooves laid themselves gingerly upon the rock laiden way. Dismembered, or once known trees lie on either side of the stallion. His breaths were heavy, his look was determined. There would be something to find in this ring of terrain and indeed he would find it. Even if he had to search for years until his death he would. He would find what he needed and return when ready. As such, he would never have the time to waste in this terrain. There was always something to be done, in the life of a king. His nostrils flared, his dagger raised, and the wind came whistling through the open atmosphere.
Dark covered the terrain. The only shadows visible were the outlines of the terrain's contents, if one had decent vision. For those whose vision was marred in the past, they would need to rely on other means of manuvering through the terra. The corners of his dark, velveteen maw curled up. Disgusting. Two inscisors slightly glistened, now visible. It was a horror movie, his horror movie. The stallion covered his teeth once more. They would show his age to any equine around, if one was stupid enough to look this gift horse in the mouth.
Noise was all that could be heard. Little thumps at first, then growing as the steed approached the center of the field. True, his hooves had made a clacking noise on the rocks, but the rocks mutated into earth within a few moments, causing the clacks to transform into thumps and thuds. He continued and he would not stop until he was close enough to the single tree in the center of the terrain. It did not take too long, as he made sure his legs were extended enough to allow for a quick journey.
Dead acrons lay around the tree. He was halted, right next to it. His maw lowered to the ground, his lips picking up one of the acorns for him to eat. They were quite delectable in his mind. The queer tastes of bitter and bland drew together to make the nut's taste. He laughed to himself at the inference. But, it was fleeting, just as those who arrived in the terrain. He knew this as his hoof had stepped into the print of another. While there was not much to see, one could still use all of their other senses.
An eerie feeling made its way across the stallion's back. It tickled, prooded, and bothered him. It was the same as an itch that was just out of one's reach. It bothered him. He hated it. He rose on his hindlegs to forty five degrees and turned to face the other way. His charcoal banner and tassles flew in awkward directions. His breaths were still heavy, the atmosphere was thick. He felt like the prey of another. I am no prey. I bow to no one! I live under none! I am controlled by none! His maw opened to allow a dark laughing screech. His fores came off the ground as he made the unearthly sound. Only demons would dare to come near one such as him.
He was disturbed. But, not many could catch a glimpse of him in the darkness. No. His pelting made sure of that. It was a dark bay, so dark he was almost onyx in coloration. Thanks to genetics it made him a shadow, it made him a silhouette, it made him a spectre. The steed, of course, adored it. Although he knew none could see him, he still feared one would sense him. He feared of a fight, he feared the scent of sweat and blood. The entanglement of two stallions locked in epic combat. Each willing to destroy the other. Each searching for a loophole, a missing link, for the other to loosen his grip. The steed's heart began to beat even more rapid than before.
Nothing is here. Only me. Now, back to my work. I am here for a reason, yes? Yes. I am here to find those equines that decide to wander here, to look for others may they be of their kind or of another alliance. He scoffed. It seems as if I have been the only one to enter this terrain in quite some time.. However, he forgot, others could easily enter the terrain. It was open season, and he was the prey for another equine. They could cut him open and bleed him dry. Huff, huff, huff, huff, his breaths were already heavy, his heart trying to escape from his chest. Now, his audits pinned themselves to his poll. It was not as easy for him to hear what else was around him, but it worked well enough.
This was curiosity. This was fear. This is the new leader of the dark nation. This is the steed who is young and inexperienced. What he was before was only a pile of compost, and now, his mind was sculpting him into a demon. His mind was bending, twisting his morals and changing him. He was morphing into a monster.