Post by V.elocity on Jun 4, 2008 6:42:08 GMT 10
Stag cantered through the terra, pillars moving with experienced ease. Though he had the legs of a jumper, he thrived on the rush he got when he ran. It was his ultimate high. Or...one of them, anyway. There were many other things that could get him up there, but running was near the top of that list. Running was his life, his passion, his ultimate escape. It was the one thing that could make him feel normal, regular, if only for a few moments. It was the one thing that could sweep away all the tortures of his life and be rid of them until he ran out of breath. And sometimes, even when he thought he would collapse and never again rise, he would continue to run. It hurt too much not to.
And when he ran, he explored. He had seen so many strange places, so many strange faces. And today was no exception. As he ran, he scrutinized his territory. He hadn't caught a wiff of another soul for nearly a half an hour. A sure sign that no one thrived in this territory. He was alone here. There was no one to disturb him, no one to keep him from running. He kind of liked it here.
With the sun beating on his ebon pelt, his lungs heaving, stilts carefully slowed, step by step. With every rushed beat of his heart, he grew a bit more steady in his pace until he was at a careful walk. Auds perked, orbs were wide, nostrils cast to the skies. He was in luck. The wind was blowing from the North, where he was headed. He was sure no one was behind him, and as he took in the air, he was sure no one was ahead, either. He truly was alone.
Dial tossed, obsidian locks tossing over his masque and nape. The relentless skies were a pure blue, the only sign of a change in the weather being a few undaunting grey clouds on the horizon. As the rays burned his hide, front talons left the ground in the tallest rear he could muster. The traditional bugle was sounded. As he landed, daggers dug a bit into the Earth.
"I claim this land for me and my heirs. Any who dare challenge me shall perish. I promise it."
The words were muttered more to himself than anyone else. But they did the job. Feeling secure, hellion again picked up his canter, ready and willing to view his new home.
And when he ran, he explored. He had seen so many strange places, so many strange faces. And today was no exception. As he ran, he scrutinized his territory. He hadn't caught a wiff of another soul for nearly a half an hour. A sure sign that no one thrived in this territory. He was alone here. There was no one to disturb him, no one to keep him from running. He kind of liked it here.
With the sun beating on his ebon pelt, his lungs heaving, stilts carefully slowed, step by step. With every rushed beat of his heart, he grew a bit more steady in his pace until he was at a careful walk. Auds perked, orbs were wide, nostrils cast to the skies. He was in luck. The wind was blowing from the North, where he was headed. He was sure no one was behind him, and as he took in the air, he was sure no one was ahead, either. He truly was alone.
Dial tossed, obsidian locks tossing over his masque and nape. The relentless skies were a pure blue, the only sign of a change in the weather being a few undaunting grey clouds on the horizon. As the rays burned his hide, front talons left the ground in the tallest rear he could muster. The traditional bugle was sounded. As he landed, daggers dug a bit into the Earth.
"I claim this land for me and my heirs. Any who dare challenge me shall perish. I promise it."
The words were muttered more to himself than anyone else. But they did the job. Feeling secure, hellion again picked up his canter, ready and willing to view his new home.
