Post by ||G.litch|| on Jul 14, 2010 13:52:11 GMT -5
[/color] As the last of the echoes faded, the stallion arched his monochromed neck, taking a good look out into the night. Perhaps his heart was here, or maybe not. Who knew. Humming again, the stallion started on his way again, walking to a beat only he could hear.Fiddler's Green
The dark of night, the stars were bright, and the moon, half of it's normal glory, shone down upon the dry and apparently dead land, her emotions cold and uncaring as her children of night went about their lives. Under the cool, darkness of night, a mammalian ship made it's way though the dry land that was the world. Small 'puffs' of dust, or dirt more like it, were sent up with every step taken by the large beast that made it's way through. From a distance, if you possessed night vision, the most you could make out of the hulking equine, would be his patched coat, the white nearly a beacon in the dead of night. As he approached, the white speckled and darkened with dirt and dust, the black patches that made up the rest of him would become visible to you. His pace was unhurried, though if it was because he thought no threat to him was here, or because he was a fool, it was not known. Small lizards, and snakes, watched on, wary of this new creature. If you were to take on the form of a fly, or a small creature, as to get close enough to the brute without spooking him, you could follow his story much easier. Though, should you do this, let it be known that you won't be able to leave his world for quite awhile. Going aboard anyway? Very well, I wish you the best of luck.
Humming under his breath, the feathered feat stepping to the deep tone that rumbled from him. Occasionally, he would mutter a phrase under his breath, as if he were singing a song to himself, one that was quite possibly only known to himself. To most, his pure bulk would be a deterring thing, but as he mouthed the words to himself, the glint of teeth could be seen every now and then. As to why the painted giant was meandering the stone labyrinth, was a mystery, to anyone not himself, or to anyone without a thought in their skull. It was night, it was cool, it was the perfect time to travel. Light brown eyes scanned the darkened area around him, ears flicking this way and that, his calm collection, more of a suave bravado than anything else. As he continued, he stepped into the shadow of one of the taller rocks, the one that casted a darker shadow in the night , and this caught his attention. Stopping, the stallion looked back over his shoulder. A smirk tugged his lips, his bass voice rumbling up for a moment, "..Some are alive..."Again his voice trailed off into a hum, odd eyes assessing the situation, a keen cleverness glinting in the gems.
Snorting, the piebald stallion tossed his head, flicking his forelock out of his eyes, pondering. He had yet to scent or seen and fresh signs of anyone who had tried to take the throne. With a sigh, the stallion shook his head, how long had it been since their last leader had died? No one had yet stepped forward, and it left him no choice.As it was, it didn't seem like such an issue at the moment. Home is where the heart is, and currently his heart was a' missin'. With a nod for himself, one of the stallion's feathered hooves lifted as the painted leg lifted, before snapping back to it's straighter position. The sound was a she, 'crack!' but the stallion soon made more noise than that. A bugling call rang through the territory, sending small creatures back to their homes, to causing them to pause in their doings. The bass voice rang out again, this time with purpose, one that could not be missed, no matter how dense you were, "Heed my call! I pick up the dropped mantle, and will carry it myself. Should you have a problem with this, seek me out, Fiddler's Green."
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OoC: I'm not really satisfied with this post.
Character: Fiddler's Green
Purpose of post: A claim for lead of the Major West herd.
Word Count: 704 [/font][/size][/center][/blockquote]
