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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Oct 19, 2008 12:10:00 GMT -5
Phate galloped, massive daggers digging up the soft ground. His head bobbed slightly as he surveyed the new land. Phate had stolen this land for himself and his herd. Equines had thought of the former king of these lands as scary and evil. Well, Phate had proven them wrong. The past king of these lands was ignorant and had not noticed that Phate had stolen it.
Smiling sickly, his eyes surveyed the desolate land critically. It really was a beautiful land, but very foreboding. A scent picked up and was caught in Phate's nares. Cougar. That would have to be taken care of.
As he entered the center of the lands, he saw a couple of mares grazing. These were the old king's herd, he guessed. Lifting his maw high, he stamped a fore-dagger at them.
"Those of you that stand in front of me have a choice, though you are tainted. You either stay with me and work as my concubines and army, or I never see you again."
He called angrily, glaring at them, swinging his great ebon crown to stare at them all. Whipcord flicked threateningly as he watched them.
"I've stolen this land for my own. No one will lead it except me and my heirs. If you dare oppose me, you shall be punished."
He called to the heavens, seemingly yelling at the gods. No one would ever lead this lands except his own blood. Ruine or Destino would take over if Phate died.
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