Post by Halo on Aug 29, 2008 14:00:33 GMT -5
A great hoofed beast takes a stand upon a high ledge of the mountain of a certain terra in the north where the hilly possession of that land can be overlooked, his violet pelt gleaming and gold banners tugged by the mighty winds of that highland. The green worlds set into his heavy skull survey the place that he has sure intentions of claiming, admiring how both its beauty and danger. Perhaps it might seem odd that a dark would choose such a location, but Joker, for that is this brutish figure’s dubbed calling, has never been anything but odd.
The cold strikes him in the wind, stabbing him to the bone with a frigid shiver that births an insane smirk upon his face. Lifting himself up onto his powerful hinds, he slashes at the air with his fore weapons, letting out a defiant, shrieking cry of challenge. ’Does any dare challenge me for this land,’ it says, but there is no returned call except for the echo of his own voice. A thrill shoots through his body, a passionate fire overtaking him as he comes down with a commanding stomp of both frontals, tossing his head and screaming towards the sky.
“This will do very nicely. We will find ourselves right at home, won’t we,” the stallion mutters, slowly picking his way down the mountainside towards the hills below him. There is a rustle of the voices whispering their own answers and he just smirks. This place will work out well indeed...
~Joker
(OOC: Sorry it stinks, but here it is.
The cold strikes him in the wind, stabbing him to the bone with a frigid shiver that births an insane smirk upon his face. Lifting himself up onto his powerful hinds, he slashes at the air with his fore weapons, letting out a defiant, shrieking cry of challenge. ’Does any dare challenge me for this land,’ it says, but there is no returned call except for the echo of his own voice. A thrill shoots through his body, a passionate fire overtaking him as he comes down with a commanding stomp of both frontals, tossing his head and screaming towards the sky.
“This will do very nicely. We will find ourselves right at home, won’t we,” the stallion mutters, slowly picking his way down the mountainside towards the hills below him. There is a rustle of the voices whispering their own answers and he just smirks. This place will work out well indeed...
~Joker
(OOC: Sorry it stinks, but here it is.
