Post by Riika on Dec 13, 2005 20:54:12 GMT -4
The stag frigidly slunk into the land with an eerie sence of dignity. The fog welled around him, his sharp plates clanked against the ground- spinning up the dust and moisured air. His ears were arched above his dial, flicking around continusously, learning the new sounds of the land. His orbs were set ablaze, as he glared at the terra, searching the new plains. Nostrils flared, he discovered the new smells of the air. Hitting the ground with his plates, with a satisfying 'thump.' He tossed back his nape, and brought himself on two back pillars. Thrusting his fronts at the air, as if attacking an unknown enemy- he threw his dial to the air, and let out a blood curdiling call. The call could be herd through miles, as he continued on a single note. Finally, his jugular sore and aching, he brought his fronts to the ground with a heavy movement. His call- had been for the ruler of the lands. He was asking for permission to live in these lands. He was not foolish enough to unreasonably challenge for the lead- beta and even omega was fine with him. He was just simply seeking a place to belong, a place as dark as him. Until now, such a task had been quite hard to find. But now... but now, inside of him, hollowness was filled slightly. He waved his banner in the air like a war flag, before uneasily bending his nape down to graze at the thin and dying grass- waiting for a call.
