Post by +Eternal Sorrow+ on Apr 29, 2007 12:50:45 GMT -5
OOC: Since I posted alittle over 1000 words, I rightfully take the position as King of the Smoldering Crag.
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It was strange to think that a land such as this could sustain any life. Throughout this dense and inert land was a series of volcanoes that remained active for the majority of their life time. Although there was one that stood dormant for years, there was still life within it.. It was a sight that could blind most horses, leaving them helpless and at the mercy of the elements, and yet for an equine of mystical powers it was perfect.. There was a vast amount of trees, though twisted and not like any trees that have been seen on this good earth, and plenty of foliage; however, it too was charred. This land was alive with activity, even though it would never seem like it. The rivers of lava that flowed when the mountains erupted was boiling and still had the ability to create new foliage for the creatures that inhabited this land. Ash and smoke spilled out of the craters and onto the thick slated topography. It was all peaceful until one of the crags exploded in a violent display of fire and sweltering lava. It poured down the sides, following a few of the magma trails leading from the crag on all sides. Vast rivers of the hot fluid rock crept down the sides of the mountain until they met with the charred foliage and trees alike down below. The trees smoldered vehemently, leaving even more well-done tree and meadows for the creatures of mutuality and fantasy to feast upon. The water around the land remained untouched because it held magical powers to continue to be protected by a mystical force field. The massive mountain ranges, extending all the way to the top of the Heavens, were now all erupting in a glorious, yet still ferocious exhibition of what God in his infinite wisdom could do to a planet so fertile. This was not an act of god, however. This was a performance done by one of the rarest fantasy creatures alive, able to bend the elements to his will.
Through the thickets of charred trees stood a large behemoth, voids ablaze as he controlled the land with his mind. The tip of his horn was alight with an eerie black gleam. Wings extended over his back, flapping against the wind as he was raised on his two hind daggers while fore ones thrashed at the air in front of him. Passionate was his demonstration and cold was his heart as he burnt the land with his mystic powers. In the skies the thunder crashed and lightning struck into the craters, forcing them the spill out more volcanic fluid onto the terrain. He would not stop until the land was suited to his liking for he was Alucard, son of the Devil himself and wearing the brand 666 upon his hip. He was here to do His work, as well as his own as he shaped this land the way he wanted it so as to have a herd here one day. He would not accept anything less but the best of the very best for his harem. He had his eyes set on a particularly brutal mare who he had seen in the claiming grounds, but the vixen had eluded him several times. He wanted her for his own and would kill if he had to so he could have her as his Queen. This land needed a King and Queen to be everything in which he dreamed. The ferocity that burned in his heart would not rest until it had what it truly desired. It was a void that had to be filled with what it wanted for fear of the complete destruction of the world and he had the capability to do it too. He controlled the elements as well as simple creature’s minds, as well as having immortal life. But all creatures contained immortal life, if they were of fantasy perspective. Sure the stallion could be killed in battle, but not by sickness or ailment such as that. If the Devil himself wanted this stallion dead, he would have to do it himself by means of sending the ultimate warrior out to kill him. That was a Dragon by the name of Brajadere, a particularly fierce some beast that had a taste for horse kind, mystical or not. But this stallion would not be taken down so easily. He could control most everything the dragon could so it would be an equivalent battle if there ever was one.
The stallion gave a snort of fire an crashed onto the ground, sending a massive tremor over the land. This land was now his, molded and formed to the way he liked it: dead or dying. Now all he needed was to scour the land for shelter, water and food, which happened to be all around him. Orbs settling back to their catlike state, Alucard picked up a simple walk along the mountains. As he did so, he was a small spec when seen from a bird’s eye point of view. His wings stretched out over his back, the bruheim gave a powerful neigh and with a mighty flap of both extensions, soared into the air above his claimed land. This beast was searching his new home for stallions or mares that had wandered into his land. He would not let an intruder take what was so rightfully his, oh no. This beast had found what his master wished of him and now it was his turn to take control of his own life, only leaving when his master sent the tattoo upon his flesh burning with the ferocity of a thousand fires. He flapped his wings again, setting them stationary in flight as he took to scanning the world below, spotting a young stallion with his catlike orbs. Screaming out a challenge, the beast dove for the brute’s neck, horn aimed specifically for the bronc’s heart. Before the stallion had time to react, however, the young unicorn lay dead before his murderer in a heap of pitiful hopelessness. The stallion reared over his newly killed brute, thrashing the sky and calling out to all that could hear that he was not one in which to be messed. He was Alucard, son of the Devil himself, created by Hell to do its bidding. He could either be a realistic enemy or a powerful ally when one got down to it.
Through the thickets of charred trees stood a large behemoth, voids ablaze as he controlled the land with his mind. The tip of his horn was alight with an eerie black gleam. Wings extended over his back, flapping against the wind as he was raised on his two hind daggers while fore ones thrashed at the air in front of him. Passionate was his demonstration and cold was his heart as he burnt the land with his mystic powers. In the skies the thunder crashed and lightning struck into the craters, forcing them the spill out more volcanic fluid onto the terrain. He would not stop until the land was suited to his liking for he was Alucard, son of the Devil himself and wearing the brand 666 upon his hip. He was here to do His work, as well as his own as he shaped this land the way he wanted it so as to have a herd here one day. He would not accept anything less but the best of the very best for his harem. He had his eyes set on a particularly brutal mare who he had seen in the claiming grounds, but the vixen had eluded him several times. He wanted her for his own and would kill if he had to so he could have her as his Queen. This land needed a King and Queen to be everything in which he dreamed. The ferocity that burned in his heart would not rest until it had what it truly desired. It was a void that had to be filled with what it wanted for fear of the complete destruction of the world and he had the capability to do it too. He controlled the elements as well as simple creature’s minds, as well as having immortal life. But all creatures contained immortal life, if they were of fantasy perspective. Sure the stallion could be killed in battle, but not by sickness or ailment such as that. If the Devil himself wanted this stallion dead, he would have to do it himself by means of sending the ultimate warrior out to kill him. That was a Dragon by the name of Brajadere, a particularly fierce some beast that had a taste for horse kind, mystical or not. But this stallion would not be taken down so easily. He could control most everything the dragon could so it would be an equivalent battle if there ever was one.
The stallion gave a snort of fire an crashed onto the ground, sending a massive tremor over the land. This land was now his, molded and formed to the way he liked it: dead or dying. Now all he needed was to scour the land for shelter, water and food, which happened to be all around him. Orbs settling back to their catlike state, Alucard picked up a simple walk along the mountains. As he did so, he was a small spec when seen from a bird’s eye point of view. His wings stretched out over his back, the bruheim gave a powerful neigh and with a mighty flap of both extensions, soared into the air above his claimed land. This beast was searching his new home for stallions or mares that had wandered into his land. He would not let an intruder take what was so rightfully his, oh no. This beast had found what his master wished of him and now it was his turn to take control of his own life, only leaving when his master sent the tattoo upon his flesh burning with the ferocity of a thousand fires. He flapped his wings again, setting them stationary in flight as he took to scanning the world below, spotting a young stallion with his catlike orbs. Screaming out a challenge, the beast dove for the brute’s neck, horn aimed specifically for the bronc’s heart. Before the stallion had time to react, however, the young unicorn lay dead before his murderer in a heap of pitiful hopelessness. The stallion reared over his newly killed brute, thrashing the sky and calling out to all that could hear that he was not one in which to be messed. He was Alucard, son of the Devil himself, created by Hell to do its bidding. He could either be a realistic enemy or a powerful ally when one got down to it.