Post by weeds on Jun 23, 2009 12:11:03 GMT 10
Runic
The mist lingered just inches off the ground, it's presence as thick as blood only weightless.With even the most subtle of movments it's perfect stillness could be disturbed, yet it could never be completely conquered. Runic had learned this rather quickly, for as he strode along the hillside at an easy lope, the white fogs swirled about his feet and legs, yet never dispersed.These mountains were enslaved by the white mists it would seam, for there was no where you could look that the cold white hands did not pry themselves into.Even the peaks of the mountain, burried in the thick clouds, were assuredly haunted by the ghost hands.Yet down here, in the valley that was nestled within the great peaks, the fog seamed to linger nearer to the ground, and from his spot on the hillside, Runic could see the valley stretch out before him before giving way to the surounding mountains.
Though the sun seamed to lack in these parts, the growth did not.Crisp, green grass swept over the valley, and fresh water could be smelled coming in from the mountains. And though there were no forests in this small valley, tucked away in the mountains, there were quite a few trees, all varrying in breed. Yes, the air here was fresh, and the smell of any other equine was old, forgotton by all accept the mountains in which they had once lived.
Runic paused atop the hill he had been pacing, and took a good look over the land.It was a half decent place if he did say so himself, far better then those he had to cross to reach this point.The mountains would seclude his herd, keep the vile speakings of the alliances out.Runic had never been pleased with the other horses outlook on things.All they did was bicker, and nothing ever got solved.Even the neutrals, who say they didn't care, were a part of it as well.Runic had decided long ago he would never again disgrace himself by messing in the affairs of the alliances.He would live out his life, the way he wanted to, here in these mountains.He would claim whomever he wished, take whatever he wanted, and not be hindered by the fact that they were not of his alliance.In fact, it had been pure coincidence that he had chosen to reside here, in neutral terra.The land simply fit his needs, and so he had a mind to take it, and had.
Nobody would ever again wander these mountains freely, for no longer were they deserted.This place belonged to him, and everything in it.A dagger slammed into the grassy hillside, as if he were saying this to himself, proving it.He would make a fool out of any whom tried to take it from him.He would never settle for less then what he deserved, and Runic beleived he deserved the world on a silver platter.This land, well, this was just the apetizer, and there was still much more to come.
With a snort the 17 hand high bronc began to move again, this time, descending from the hillside, down into the valley itself.He still had much to patrol if he wished to learn his terra well, which he did.Nothing would be able to hide from him.With a toss of his skull his maw parted, and his own haunted voice joined in with the mists, consuming the land.No longer would the visible gas rule this place, for the Misty Mountains were under new command.
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