.:.Darkness Falls Upon The Land.:.

[kowshe]

Watch your back...

A shadow shifted in the dark trees, hidden. A night hawk called from some lonely peak high on a mountain, and a leaf drifted slowly to the earth, fallen from the tree it had lived on. The shadow in the forest moved a little more, but never enough to tell what it was. A few deer lingered in the middle of a clearing and the shadow lifted its head and looked toward them. Suddenly the moonlight punched a hole in a cloud and the thing in the trees was still. It's eyes glinted dangerously and the deer, sensing its dark presence, ran. There was another quiet snort and suddenly the shadow stepped from the trees, into the moonlight.

It was a stallion. A giant, 17 hands tall at the withers, seeming even taller as he held his head so high. His body was muscled and filled out, with the broad chest of a mature stallion and powerful hindqarters. The moonlight washed over the black stag, but it made his features no softer. His walked slowly, his ears pricked and head held high. His heavy forelock fell down over his eyes, covering the dark orbs. He stopped in the middle of the clearing, the center of Death Medows. He lowered his head to take a drink from a small spring, then lifted his head. Suddenly a gust of strong wind blew through the medow and his forelock blew away from his eyes.

The dark orbs were reveild to the word, exposed to everything around it. He blinked slowly and tilted his head to the right. Only then was his other eye able to be seen. It was milky white with filmy cateracts that rendered that eye stone blind. It rolled in its socket as he snorted, looking out on the land with his one good eye. Suddenly he shook his head and raised his muzzle, the white eye eerily reflecting the moonlight.

"I claim this land, and any who oppose shall have to deal with me."

He did not shout or yell, but his strong voice carried easily on the still, cold air. It faded into silence after a few minutes and then he reared, a dark stallion rearing in the white moonlight. His call was loud and powerful, and after a few seconds he came back down and stood still, head high, ears forward as he waited. Hell's Pride was his name, and he'd arrived.

...All hell is about to break loose.

[Aelis]

Claim Accepted

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The Stallion walked slowly,bulky body pushing aside anything in his way.Large hoofs crunched the grass beneath them.He sniffed the air. He walked around,looking for anyone-or anything.He then stopped at a pond and sipped. He lifted head,and then froze. It was another stag. He snorted,and hoof stomped on the ground. Has thy claimed this land?He asked. His long,thick mane blew in the breeze.

He took a sip of the water one last time,while waiting for the reply. Bloody scar still dripped blood from the wolf that had tried to attack. That wolf had a nice shot at it,but it was the end of his life, not Suffocations. He breathed roughly through the nostrils. He stomped the ground once more.

[kowshe]

Hell's Pride threw up his head as he heard the voice, but he could not see the equine that had produced the vocals. His sightless eye did not move as he turned his head, seeking to discover the source of the sound. In the end he had to turn 108 degrees, facing the other direction, as to find the equine. What he saw set his blood on fire. It was another equine, a stag, a powerful looking one with a red ribbon of blood bleeding out onto the ground. Hell's Pride raised his head high and snorted, his ears sweeping back into his mane as he stepped forward.

"I have."

He said simply, never one for words. He snorted and took another step forward, and another, and another until he was about ten feet from the stag. Hell's body quivered with the volcanic violence trapped inside his massive frame as he waited for the stag's answer.