Questing for Firewind. Black Crystal.

[Rawr]

The dark land. This was his home, his rightful throne, his rightful realm. Onyx black flint touched the ground, breaking the surface of the dirt like he had done so many times before. This was in his element, the field of ice captured trees and black stone pillars paying homage to the sky that he too, would some day rule with iron teeth. Dark mud eyes grazed the area, nostrils flaring, daring to taste the air of a land that he was not welcome in, but rightfully deserved. He bowed his long neck, pressing his muzzle into the damp dirt below him, nuzzling, tasting. He smelt the stallion that pathetically called himself god here, the useless Joker. Velvet mouth curved in what would be a smirk, white teeth baring in a ugly snarl as lips peeled back. The whiteness of the surroundings was stark against the black velvet of his coat, enhancing it, making him more impressive and beautiful then he had ever been before. Raising his head, it was easy to see why Donovan was the rightful stallion king.

Taller then most stallions, a little more slender then a cart horse, the mighty black Frisian was a sight to be seen. He carried the air of confidence and authority and power where ever he chose to grace with his appearance. His long tail and main were curly, but just as silken and masculine as the rest or him, given him a look that could charm most young fillies. Truly a beautiful stallion, only his heart gave away the cold, dictator personality that ruined the creature. Even Fallen, it sometimes occurred to him, must not hold the same authoritative air,, nor the beauty that marked him out as a true ruler amongst horses. Yes, Donovan was a great and might stallion, with a great mighty mind, and a great and mighty pride.

And here he stood, in all his glory, stark against the cold whiteness of the snow, his great body showing no signs of exhaustion or cold. He began to move, smooth soft hoof beats in the softer snow, seeking out a crystal of the darklands. Nearing one, he smiled again and tossed his head. This is what he wanted. A chip from the dark crystals of Darkened Frost, the lands of the dark herd. He snorted, steam billowing from the nostrils as he pushed off the ground with his fore legs, lifting himself into the air with a whinny of victory, slamming strong hoves into the structure. Again, and again he did this, screaming his claim on this land with each contact. Mine. Mine. Mine.

At last, there was an almighty crash, like lightning breaking on earth. He reared up one more time, slamming into the crystal with all the power that he possessed. A large chunk of the stuff fell to the ground without any more struggle. He grinned, and ducked his mighty cranium down to take it into his mouth. One down, three to go.

[Halo]

I'll write up a post soon

[Halo]

The commotion that Donovan causes does not go unheard by the terra’s monarch, his ears pointing forward as he detects it and then flattening back against his skull bad-temperedly as recognition finds him. Lifting his pistons up, he travels hastily in the direction of the trespassing brute’s voice, intent on running the offender off his lands. He gets closer to see a chunk of crystal, the familiar figures known throughout the highlands, in the black beast’s mouth and he grunts. Is that what he was here for? So it’s a thief; not that he cares that much, but it’s the principle of the thing.

Joker arrives with a fierce whinny, arching his neck high and lifting his daggers off the frozen ground. He comes down with a hard stomp, snorting and trotting forward the rest of the distance between them. “Not very sneaky for a thief,” he comments gruffly, eying the wounded crystal. It’s too bad for the violet rock, but what’s done is done.
~Joker

(BY GOD IT’S HORRIBLE!! *coughs* Sorry…bad post…low muse…)