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-Politanian- Belief
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It was hardly a nice day. The sky above were riddled with grey thunderclouds, that spat out rain at a ferocious pace, battering the lands beneath. The ground became wet and sticky, mud clumping to the grey pillars which paced an ivon brujo across the lands. Puddles began to form, some larger and deeper than others, as the land sank lower, the concave deep. Eyes were stung by the rain and his dome were held lower, in a motion that seemed to suggest the brujo were forcing himself on through the rain. And then it seemed to peter out, the rain light, but the atmosphere still muggy and humid.
The brown mud which splattered the flecked grey's pelt was beginning to be washed off by the lighter rain, but pistons were still caked as he continued his canter. Whipcord were flayling behind him, sending spray as it flicked from side to side. Mane clung to his nape. Occuli scanned the terrain keenly, it smelt untouched, as though it had been a long time since equines had roamed upon it. The change was beginning.
Pace slowed as he dipped over a hill and descended into a small valley, with small copses and a creek, trickling its route through. He slowed further to a walk, head rising and looking closely. The lands in all there wet glory, were in fact beautiful. Almost heavenly. Dome was thrown back and a bugle called, signalling to any equine that he were here, and these lands he wished for himself. So if any were to stand in his way, to lead the regeneration of the Light domain, they should stand forth. Because otherwise....he would be the salvation.
The brujo that wandered pon' the lands were only five, but entering his prime and peak, his views ever so surely emblazoned across his mind. His thoughts and opinions all led to the same conclusion. That the dawn of the lights would rise once again and fall the darks and their demonly ways. He had travelled since he were a yearling, four years of travel did alot to the young mind, feeding it strength and knowledge which would help him arise to the challenges set to him. He knew what he wanted. A land. A herd of his own. His offspring and mares all singled pon' the same cause and the building of an army which would conquer the darks and restore the peace that was so deserved of all. And he was sure he could do it. He was sure he could lead and do as was required. His father before him, were one of great cause. His death valient in battle, saving the life of his mother, both he and the dark king dying together, laid out on the meadow. The image haunted his to some respect. None would wish to witness their father dying, especially when you were six months old. But it had been fate and made the coltine stronger, so strong that he left and set about his mission. And now he was here. Seeking to show what he had got.
-Politanian-
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Joined: May 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 35 Karma: 0 |  | Re: -Politanian- « Reply #1 on Jun 1, 2007, 9:30am » | |
wow..nice post! ok by the way...just to attempt at retaining some sort of fairness, if Politanian is King, i probably won't have Assassin make Aspertine Queen.
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