Post by +|S.ora|+ on Feb 8, 2007 18:26:38 GMT -5
[/left]I state [ M Y ] c l a i m a n c e ! +
--> Tiara tucked tightly against his dark chest he trotted heavily into the terra. Deep black pool surveying the topography whilst the Ghastly white one stared absently with apparent blindness. The land was blackened. Parched of all life and hope. Shrouded in an endless night. The sun would not ever rise here over the blue tinged hills and black tree oaks skirting the borders. Dense bushland covetted numerous areas of the land like a blanket of shrouded darkness. The land stretched for miles, the rising and falling of the black-blue hills rose in pattern for as far as the eye can see only to be bordered with a small outline of trees far off on the horizon. Only an eye with the skill to see through darkness could survive here. One with a heart encased in tendrils of swirling darkness would be better off than any form of light that dared venture out to the vast waselands he now stood upon.
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Tiara tucked tightly against 'is neck, inflicting strain on it so great that it hurt. Harks pinned flat, tail poised high, resembling a whip about to crack down on ones body. Ebon pelt gleaming in the harsh light of the full moon. He had never seen a place as well suited to him as this. A grin crept across his maw. Harks flicking once then twice to reasure himself that the land was uninhabited by another male, for if it was then he would destroy them and take his rightful place at the throne. He lowered his head to examine the parched land, his good eye scanned the topography once more. It seemed that finding a land a dark as this one was extremely good forune for him. He had committed many a sin but still he was rewarded with such great things that in time lead to power. Power. He loved the stuff. For he had so much of it. Though his mind was writhing with madness and bad doings he still loved power.For great power, gave him great things.
-I am the devils blood, i am the devil-
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-I am the devil, i am the devils blood-[/center]
Picking up a pacehe set off at a brisk lope, pushing his sharp-edged hoovens into the earth, leaving gaping holes of his presence. Some might consider him insane for marking the land as his own withouth knowing if it were already owned, but sheitan had never really been one for thinking rationally. He was, by image, all brawn. But somewhere beneath all that muscle, authority and power were his brains, ticking away and busily thinking up fool-proof schemes to destroy others and set fear of his name into each land he mananged to pass through. A smirk crossed his face at his thoughts. He had it all, h had the power to single-handedly take down an army and the brains to destroy the smartest of mind players. He wouldnt say that he neccessarily had the art of mind-playing, just the experience to outdo one. Oh he was cunning, ever so cunning. And ever so bad.
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The land was his, anyone who wished to appose that theory would stand against him now and feel his unimaginable power agaisnt them. Suddenly bored with the new land he gazed about, searching for any others. He needed someone else to be here. Not for the company, oh no. For he hated company. But he loved to toy. To play with others and stuff them up. Destroy them from the inside and hurt them from the out. Yes. He needed a new toy, he had left all of his old ones far, far behind. For they had grown boring. Once he had destroyed them he had not needed to toy with them anymore, for they had grown boring and unresisting of him. They just did as he willed. pathetic. He snorted in apparent annoyance, frustrated by boredom. Oh how quickly he lost his temper these days. What was becoming of his hard ways? where had all his cunning gone? it had been drowned in boredom, that's where it had gone. Well he planned on having that change, once he founs himself a game to play. Boredom would not stand in his way and he would once more be free to dominate![/size]