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everything you see before you, will be mine ;; tyrant vs. rafe
Topic Started: Oct 4 2013, 11:59 AM (303 Views)
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I think everybody's nuts.
TYRANT challenges RAFE for the right to claim HOPE'S MARSH.

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"your worst dream,
that's my idea."

The black stallion waits wordlessly for his opponent. He stands still, glassy onyx eyes roving the flat, cracked landscape that surrounds him. It is an ugly land, but Tyrant wouldn’t have expected any different; the air is thick with the stench of decay and the ground holds the grotesque stories of spilled blood. Even winter has seemed to evade these borders. The heavy chalky sky looms with the threat of snow, but the arid earth is left uncovered as the ghastly odor rises to penetrate the cloud cover. Gentle breezes glide over the barren bone yard, only their frigid claws a testament to the frosty season. The Thoroughbred hybrid shifts his weight as the cold fingers crawl to caress his lean figure, intertwining their nails in the knotted tresses of his black mane. Still, Tyrant does not move. He stands, waiting, unyielding.

The desiccated earth holds him well. While Tyrant has never battled within the known lands of Kormada, blood and combat are not foreign concepts to him; the nomadic life if his youth had taught him quickly the way to survive--some not so forgiving as others. His angular shoulders roll in a soundless sigh. The black Thoroughbred is anxious to begin his legacy within the known lands of Kormada and restore the infamy that has so pathetically crumbled and withered to dust. For now his soulless gaze is set only on his promised land, but he can assure both himself and his opponent that he will desire more should he have to return.

Prime neglects the Thoroughbred as it rises, keeping his dark form in the dusky shadows of dawn. With long, tangled strands whipping sharply through the winter air and coiling around his muscled flanks in a knotted web, his impatience quickly grows. Glassy black eyes narrow towards the flat horizon and a vicious snarl distorts his proud features. Tyrant will only allow this grace once, his tolerance wearing thinner with every passing moment, the rules changing as cruel thoughts corrupt his decaying soul. Death weighs laden around him, whispering dark and bloody secrets as the sooty dust swells to cling to his dark skin, accentuating the lean muscles that speak of his aristocratic line. With measured breaths he waits, impatient, still, and appearing every bit the dark beast that governs his proud, callous bearing.

thoroughbred hybrid stallion . black . black eyes . dark . 16.3hh
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ooc; As discussed with Reli, Rafe withdraws all claim to Hope's Marsh without a battle.

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we are not things; those were her words!
salome | ishtar | piper| riesling | rani | anael | iscaie | silas | faolan | sven | nyss|

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