abandoned range

[mourn]

the almighty brute stepped pon the vast laom dubbed as saror. Visionairies searched the land carefully. Scattered remains from the hated ones still appeared. It seemed the human filth would always exist, ruin or not. Lush ivory stalks grew well crost the vacant land. Rolling hills seemed to stretch on for miles. Never ending as some would put it. Azure streams trickled through the valleys slowly. The feed of water ever continous. Vegitation grew rapidly among the terra. Few trees jutted out from the earthen loam as it did at the neighboring terra. The more prefered of the dark terras. But yet, this had a creepy, almost haunted feel to it. Rich as it was, twas the same icey venom that seethed inside the king.

A sharp, ear shattering call rung out crost the empty land. His vocals straining as the melody rumbled through the lands. Auditives pricked for any sign of another equine.

fair queens and kings of equusoul. I wish to rule over the lands dubbed as maleck. THe old owner seemes to have been long gone. EMpty remains of his are all that is left The spirits with are calling me. Chaining me to this land. FOr it has already pulled at my heart strings. dragging me into the immortal depths that none have or wish to explore. Please lord. Grant me this distaught terra. Please

ick, museless

[kasha]

"Magick shall have one more day to post in this land, if he does not show his carcass the land is your Mourn."

The Dark Queen's voice rang out over the lands. Her boice came forth from the shadows as she eyed the new brute. At this time of War the Dark Side needed only the strongest of Eqiunes to live among them. She parted her kissers and hissed,

"Mourn you are built strong, do not let Lights take rule of this land. Do not dare let so much as one sunshine ray hit its sod. For until Magick shows himself to the land you are granted King of its features."[/b]

[Dreamweaver]

ooc: uh, Magick is still active, but a new terra just may be created during the war. Sorry mourn...please wait for awhile longer.

[mourn]

cold glance was shot to the lady of equus. Honers cupped forth as the news was given. Shot fired. Array of hate and yet, satisfaction fled through him. if thee dark magick dares to force my presense from these lands t'will be a mortal mistake. Grin formed apon his mask as he watched the light queen fade into the swelling dark that blanketed the dark overlords world. Shot raced among the plains. As if half expecting the so called dark bronc to arrive. Chasms widened in warning slightly. Crimson ivories bore as his whites shone brightly into the pitch. Harks knitted back against the stags skull. Ink dipped daggers shred their way through the turf. Whelling round in place as a horrid glance was placed apon the desert range. Sight darting place to place. searching for the foolish one.

Sickening shrill calls shot into the distance. Battle call of such. Agrivated that a mere mortal hath gotten within the cursed broncs way. Fool he be if he dare fight the cursed sun dipped bronc. Mortal mistake... yet another whiping out of the sissy's...

We are the target market
We set the corporate target
We are slaves of what we want
We're just not amused
And we're just to sit back losing
We are slaves of what we want

Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
One more than my lonely nation
And one more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
One more than my desperation
And one more than my lonely nation

My ess and I shall stay within this hell. We shall reside within untill another is created or that b.astard show face amoung these lands. i pity the fool who tries to throw us away. For now we shall dwell among these plains. Let it be heard that dark, if you dare force us from these lands there shall be h.ell to pay. Im longing for the sensation of crimson among my tastebuds. I heed warning to thy.

gah, no muse