augustine
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The Stork
Fledgling
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Post by augustine on Jun 9, 2017 16:31:41 GMT -5
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The perlino mare walked forward into the land, her body blending in with the fog that surrounded her. It was amusing to her and she liked it, it made her want to giggle. She liked the fact that she was nearly invisible here and that nobody would be able to sneak up on her in the thickest of fog. Well that was unless they where her color and then it would go horribly wrong for them, but that was their choice to invade another demonics territory.
She was looking to claim this ghostly place for herself and she would not take no for an answer. Moonraker was only two years old, but she felt like she had the strength to rule a place like this and she was willing to fight for it. Shaking her head as she looked around, her eyes cast glances at what a lovely place this could be. There was not a lot here and it meant low maintenance on her part, she liked the few trees she had stumbled upon and the tall and thick grass that touched her legs as she walked.
She smiled to herself sweetly, her mint green eyes explore the rest of the land the best that she could see, which was not very far. "This is the place, this will be mine." she spoke, before she took off in a trot once again. She found herself a comfy place, before calling forth the king so she could call this place her own. "Foulgrin, I call you forward and ask that you grant me this land as my own. " she snarled with a pause. "I may be young, but I will not let you down." she snapped, before she stood there in silence, listening to the fog move across the land.
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Post by .:fernweh:. on Jun 10, 2017 13:12:19 GMT -5
ooc: Since Foulgrin does not have someone to role-play him yet I'm just going to go ahead and give her this land Congrats!
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kay
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Fledgling
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Post by kay on Jun 23, 2017 14:11:06 GMT -5
The fog that enveloped this place seemed to hang around the black and white beast like a robe, making his skin feel heavy in the rather humid conditions. Visibility was somewhat low, but the Demonic Lord’s eyes did not fail him as they pierced through the foggy conditions to help guide him to the Field of Ghosts. He did not stumble on his trek despite the rather dense fog, having known his Demonic Kingdom’s terrain by heart after discovering it at six years old. The land was a part of his- it was his legacy. A legacy that he would have to share with those that helped him build and maintain his kingdom. However, he will be the one to secure the Demonics’ rule with the murder of his brother, Tucker.
The land was calling him to this place today, taking him away from his dwellings to investigate the cause of this “excitement.” It was not long until the stallion’s gaze fell upon the pale mare in his territory. His nostrils flared, body becoming rigid at the possible intruder. He did not take kindly to strangers. He was a King and any stranger was a thread to him, his throne, and his kingdom. The ears upon his head pricked forward, intently listening as a voice began to flow from the lips of the mare.
An ear flicked back, disliking that this place would be hers. No. It was his. His land, his territory, and his Kingdom- but she could have it on loan in return for her loyalty… if she could keep it, for she was young, so very young. Too young apparently to even give the King a proper title before speaking his name. How dare she! Snarling in a growl-like manner, the beast brought himself forward in a stalking manner. “You say you will not let me down, but you insult me by not addressing me by a proper title.” He spoke gruffly, eyeing the mare with a cold glare. Too young. Too naïve.
“You will not last long,” he spoke to her dismissively, watching her body for any signs of response and emotion. “Especially if you do not address me properly as your Lord or King.” he added in a musing tone to imply to her what her error had been just moments ago. The two are strangers; she had no right to address him in such a personal manner. Once more turning his full attention to the pale mare, he spoke to her in a statement: “You wish to be the ruler of this territory on my behalf.” Now would be the time to talk. He demanded loyalty and respect from those under his rule, especially those that ruled his lands in his stead.
// Hope you don't mind a meet-and-greet.
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