A Step Upon Soiled Lands

[moon feather]

Dark orbs flew about the terra he had stumbled upon, his thick pillars carried his corpse forwards into the sereinity of the lands. The grassy earth skimmed his daggers and then they slammed heavily into the sod, tearing the earth up, raking it of its sanity. Audits laced back angrily as he tossed his dial violently upwards, for the insects where pestering him and the brute had a short temper to begin with. He came to a stop, his corpse coming to an unsteady standstill, thick tassles flew forwards, trying to free themselves from him, but to no avail.

He stood awaiting the lord or lady to come, for they would...no doubt about it, they would come.

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[Meg]

A light breeze ruffled the long mane and tail of a black stallion, drinking peacefully from a small spring at the edge of the Beach. His ears swivelled 'round his head, catching the faint sounds around him.

Suddenly, his head shot up, nostrils flaring wildly. Muzzle dripping, the Dark brute, Lord of his territory and of his alliance, turned his head in the direction that the scent had come from.

A stallion. An unknown, unidentified stallion, on his territory.

Lacrymosa turned on one hind hoof, moving at a gentle canter across the sands, searching for any hint of the intruding stag. There was a chance that the brute would be no threat, but of course, there was a chance that he would be a great threat. There was no telling until he was found.

Sand pelted the Lord's dark stomach, but he ignored the uncomfortable feeling of it as he spotted the stallion for the first time.

As he approached, he gradually slowed to a noble trot, then to a walk, and finally halting, neck arched and held high. He was just a short distance from the other stallion, watching him carefully for any sign of an attack.

"Who are you, and for what reason have you come here?"

[moon feather]

Occuli scanned the surrounding sands, taking in all the sights, bland these lands where, but yet to his liking and calling. Then in the distance, something new appeared upon the horizon moving at great speeds, slowing slightly then coming to a stop before him. The lord of the lands Moon figured. The lords cranium shot up, assuming dominance upon Moon, audits laced back as his cranium slithered downwards, occuli bearing into him intensely staking him out. Kissers curled back exposing his enamels slightly.

His intent was cut short with a quick demanding question from the lord. Moon's cranium remained lowered close to the sandy earth. Cocking his cranium slightly he thought of his response, for so many things he could make up, how deceiving could he be? A light snarl was released, snapping his cranium up to the lords level he began, Why what lands you have here m'lord. As for who I am, I be Moon Feather and as for your other question, I am here to just be, to survive like ever other equine that aimlessly wanders any land

He bobbed his cranium violently up and down, feeling his banner snap at his serpentine. Awaiting the response from the lord, for this was no normal equine, something was different about Moon, perhaps his slight madness, or sadistic nature?

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