.can you truly measure up. « Thread Started on Apr 14, 2006, 12:22am »
The heat as the sun traveled forth was quickly becoming quite unbearable. The equidae sprawled out beneath the intense rays were sluggish and lazy. Only the heated blood of the Hessian brutes stirred, as normally so for hot days.Light breezes tempted the creatures with careful breaths, not a true relief from the unbearable heat.
Below, near the shade of large trees and against the bank of an oddly colored river, the contrasted hue of a brute slid silently through the shadows. Thorns were pricked, only to catch the slightest hint of betrayal that would give way to a hidden form. Whether a ruffled leaf or snapped twig, one would not hear it unless the ears upon his head were pricked. Thus, Kherron moved, not with thorns pinned as usual for dark brutes, but with an alert expression, waiting for a silent stalker hiding away.
Soon, the great strides pull him into a clearing that would much satisfy his need of a place to stay. He hesitates but for a minute before moving forth into the edge of the clearing. There, he halts, waiting. After minutes passed without the sounds of denied hiding, an echoed call came forth from the throat of the massive brute. As it moved forth, the call became more shrill. The nostrils flared paper-thin as the maw opened to emit the challenging cry. Thorns upon Kherron's poll snapped down in a threatening gesture to any who may peer upon his claimage. Thus, from then forth, the Bloody River was taken by the Son of War. From then on, none shall take this unless they step across the still form of the brute, lying in his own blood. For, now he holds claimage, Kherron shall protect it with his life...
Cursed be Kherron for 5 years Lineage is forever the mystery Reign is Bloody River, Rule is over no one Battles are 0, as Victories are 0 and Defeats are 0 Path is to the Dark Side forever