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Post by Utterdrknss on Dec 12, 2009 15:06:05 GMT -5
The storm overhead raged on, sending a torrential downpour upon the stag. Each pellet of rain stung like a well fired be-be. The muddy earth hung to each charcoal scythe, holding on to it tight as it pulled away, moving the stallion forward. A large clap of thunder rattled the sky, reverberating through the valley. Soaked whipcords flicked against a drench flank, splashing even more aqua into the air, as a streak of lightning shot across the darkened heavens.
The stallion stepped over the soggy debris that littered the forest floor, trees and branches fallen from previous storms. His head was held high, auds perked around to pick up on any new sounds as he maneuvered over the piles of leaves. He was always on alert when walking into foreign lands, and this was nothing new. He had his sights set on finding a new land for himself, sick and tired of being under his father’s thumb.
Thorns dove out, attached to lassoing vines, snatching at him as he trotted through the lands. They were deadly almost, tripping him once or twice, but nothing more then a stumble. He slowed his pace; paying more attention to the death trap he was walking into. The sound of rushing water reached his perks as he stepped through a rather large set of foliage.
A rather large river raced over a rocky bed, the foam swirling with each drastic drop in the formation. The river banks were made of soft, round pebbles, grounded down by the fast moving rapids. They crunched underneath Soliloquy’s weight, shifting slightly with each step. He followed the river downstream, hoping that it would take him to somewhere interesting.
After several minutes of trotting, the river took a strong change in direction. Soliloquy followed it all the way to the edge of the cliff, watching as the water grew with rage, falling down and down and down, until it hit the deep basin below. The mist mixed with the falling rain, leaving the brute dripping wet.
He veered away from the waterfall, moving towards the hilly cliff he saw in the distance. So far there was no other unidentified smells lingering around. It seemed that it had been a while since the last horse had been through. He stepped through a rather large patch a weeds, and into a dense field.
The grass was tall, rubbing against his belly as it parted in his wake. Picking up the slow pace that he had been trudging along in, he sped up so that he was now in a full out canter. He moved with a strange grace over the land, pulling forth all the life that it held. Once again his orbs scanned the horizon, trying to detect any threat before it could become one.
Moving rapidly, he approached the hilly walls, scaling them with a force that was unknown to him. Daggers clawed at each rock, grasping for purchase as he moved up the mountain side. Rocks relocated below him, causing the trek to be treacherous, but none the less, he quickly moved up the barrier. As he mounted the rise, he turned and looked out over the valley. Proud of what he had discovered, he took flight into the air. Daggers pawed at the sky as he twirled on his hinds, screaming out his claimance.
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Post by Utterdrknss on Dec 12, 2009 15:32:19 GMT -5
Name;; -- Du Sundavar Freohr
Description;; -- Du Sundavar Freohr, translated into Death of the Shadows, leads you to believe just that. Large trees block out the sun, shading the earth into darkness. On the north side of the terra, the land seems to be separated from the other terras by a rocky mountain. A waterfall cascades off of it, winding it's way through the whole territory. The mountain was dotted with caves, leaving shelter for the torrential rains that attacked the land every once in a while. Trees covered the whole area, making it dangerous with fallen branches and wild vines laying all around. There is a large field near the mountain, where the grass grows high, but that is the only open area around. The trees provide for a plentiful meal during the season, and the bark is editable when the winter's rage through.
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Post by +WHISPER+ on Dec 14, 2009 18:23:40 GMT -5
The stallion's name would be helpful.
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Post by Utterdrknss on Dec 15, 2009 19:01:19 GMT -5
Oops, i guess that would be helpful ;D Soliloquy...
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