Doom's Claim

[allisunn]

OOC NAME:
Ali
HORSE NAME:
Doom
LAND NAME:
Dothraki
DESCRIPTION:

In the distance, moutains loom tantalizingly. The sun flies up, and over them and they hit the horizon, sending the sky into a thousand different shades of pink and yellow, saying hello untill it is finally a clear, glossy blue. At the base o the moutains are thousands of caves, mostly unihabited, but sometimes... not. PLains cover the ground untill you almost hit the coast, when there is a stretch of trees from the top of the Terre ot the bottem, yet it is only three miles wide. Out yonder, on the other side of the strip of forrest, is the sea. Smooth, yellow sand sits there, and waves crash endlessly on the surface. The Temperature never gets warmer than sixty nine degrees in the summer, and near thirty degress in the winter.

Mountain lions live in a few of the caves lining the moutains, and brown bears have been known to migrate down here, but only to die. There are billions of other creatures who live in Dothraki, although all fall silent at the footstep of him...

There is one very tall hill the stallion stands on as he surveys his land. It is bare, grassless, a rocky waste land. From there he holds his throne. Doom holds his throne.

PICTURE:

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CLAIMING POST:

Hoof beats hit the ground hard. Fast. Wind whipped at mane and tail, paiting the wind with the ferocious leaps. Hard hooves clattered on the rocks, a shrill cry escaping the horse's mouth. A battle cry. His eyes were calm, determined, his nostrils wide and sucking in air as if he were walking. He was invisible. Darkness swallowed him, made him its own, called him brother, and Doom thanked him generously, digging harder into the ground, pushing himself faster.

He was a blur.

He was darkness.

He was fear.

He was anger.

His strides lengthened and his head lowered, forcing through trees and bushes. He hit the base of the mouthain with such speed that he almost fell, tripping hard and going down to his knees, scraping the skin from them. But it didn't stop him. He jumped up in the same stride that had pushed him down, huffing now as he climbed. And Climbed. And Climbed. His min was no longer thinking. His body was no longer feeling. His hooves felt like claws, like hands grabbing at the dirt, propelling him up. The dirt was soft, hooves sinking in to the fetlock.

His lungs expanded and he took deeper breaths. In. Out. In. Out. His mane clung to his sweating hide, his tail held straight out in sheer exhaustion. But the mountain was unforgiving, it was ruthless, it was not kind. And yet darkness helped him, hiding him, giving him strength, cold breezes. No animal came in his way. No horses blocked his path. He was one in himself.

He was Doom.

For Doom had surely fallen upon this place.

He reached the top of the moutain, sliding on shaking legs, his lung gasping, needing sustainable air. But there really was none up as high he was. His skin and hair were plastered together, his main and tail drenched. But he was not done. He clenched his teeth, and began a slow, agonizing trek down. His kness bled down his legs, and his hocks burnt with pain. It was no less steep than it had been going up, and the pain was almost too much. But darkness was behind him, pushing him, guiding him. Fear pushed itself into animals' eyes, and they went running, clearing the path.

And hit the bottom and collapsed. "It is mine," He said quietly to himself. "I claim it."

[GENESIS]

I will have your land up tomorrow.
From now on, please refrain from posting
until your character is accepted.

thank you.

[GENESIS]

your claim has been added
however i must say that you need
to spell check your posts and read
over them because i had to fix a lot of
errors before i added the board. namely
until only has one 'L' anyway
the entire description wouldn't
fit, sorry!