Post by Яed on Jun 16, 2012 23:12:09 GMT -5
Nostrils flared as the dust clung to his body like lover; caressing his ebony body as it quaked in the pure anticipation; Theran had lived many of his years among the mountains-more or less their shadows to be kept from sight and over the years younger generations made up silly ghost stories about some demon that lived in the depths of the mountains. Snorting he had to mentally shake his massive crania at the disillusions of some and their own simplicity to believe such stories. Though at some point his own mind began to believe the stories and Therans' own sanity was slowly starting to slip further than it was. He had always prided himself on his firm hold on reality and sanity, but it seemed living in such..conditions as he had would leave him for madness. He could not, would not admit such and would not take such a deep fall and though he had never before ventured past the current kings' herd lands; occasionally showing himself to snap at the mares and yearlings with his white teeth in a teasing jest, laughing at their struck looks while cowering against each other. Still however as well his own selfish need for power and control drove him away from such a mundane existence as he had; blood raging with the burning hate he had began to form to-ward Budik as the mountains for so long had been his domain and taking such a blow as too loose them didn't set well within the large stallions stomach.
He had been slightly unprepared for such the dramatic change in temperature as he had left; skin quivered from the heat as if stealing all the cold from his very bones, but he could not say it was altogether unpleasant. He almost purred in the dry heat he now stood beneath though his orange eyes squinted against the bright light thus forcing him to tuck his head against his body as if this would actually keep the harsh, bright light from irritating them further. He was starting to become irritated, black lips curling over white ivories almost in a sneer as he growled-such a noise raising from the very pits of his belly and rumbling within his chest. It would take adjusting as the area was barren with little offered as cover from the blistering sun; Theran could almost glare up at the giant mass and demand it coldly to dim its' light. Perhaps not a demon, but it would seem the brute did somewhat share a god complex, believing him often so much better than others and with such a form as his it was rather easy to reinforce such thoughts. It was almost a miracle he had lasted as long as he had under the rule of another. Again he could feel his stomach churn in disgust as past behavior.
Snorting, his nostrils twitched as dust curled upon him in a massive cloud to again cling against him and the feel almost felt him twitching under his own skin as it stretched taught against tense muscle beneath. Just another thing he would have to grow to tolerate, however these lands did not completely displease him as they nearly could match the stallion so perfectly. Dark, barren with little hope of survival unless you had the will and strength; cliche yet it was survival of the fittest. These lands were almost a challenge and he could merely grin in acceptance. Front left hoof struck the ground with force as he began to paw over the dry ground and toss his head while emitting loud, short breathed grunts into the still air proclaiming his claim.
(there we are
theran has become all powerful! lol)
