Post by Horse Addict on Jan 1, 2008 15:52:51 GMT -5
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He had once run with one of the most feared band of rogues on the Pacific coast. Simply hearing the name of the group of darks, the Raziya, cause all conversation to cease and fear to enter one's eyes. The ruthless group was led by two. He and his brother. The pair was respected by their followers, as well as feared. However, like all great empires, their's had to fall. Jealousy and power madness took affect, causing his brother to challenge him for leadership. The band split into two sides and a fierce battle ensued.
Finally, it ceased and his brother's blood stained his light gray coat. Those who walked away alive did not reform the Raziya, but rather went their separate ways, careful not to turn their backs on anyone, lest they end up like their more unfortunate former comrades.
Tired of always being on the move, he decided to look to establish a more permanent residence. He would form a herd. He would not look to build it with loving mares, but rather with the strongest. There was no room for love in this life. Love was for the weak. He was anything but weak.
Somehow, he managed to discover this place. It seemed that there was already a war brewing between dark and light, though nothing had been started. He thrived on action. He lived for the kill. He was not looking to simply retire to his own lands and fade away, forgotten. No. This land would be perfect. It would provide him with a fight, once again.
Immediately, he found himself in neutral lands. Scoffing in disgust, he made his way out of them. Neutral was another word for coward in his eyes. The only horses that would thrive in these parts had one concern in mind: staying out of harm's way. He had more respect for the lights than he did for these vermin. They, at least, were willing to fight.
Finally, he noticed the terrain becoming more treacherous. He was home. It took a bit of investigating, but he soon learned that there was already a King and Queen to this realm. He was not used to serving under someone and was not sure that it would go over all too well.
Oh well. He had been to hell and back to get here and was not about to turn back because of two horses. Moving through the terrain, he saw that nothing had been claimed. Why not? He would soon rectify this problem. Moving through, the Namibian finally found land to his liking.
His whitish coat seemed to blend perfectly with his surroundings. The stone was alabaster and there was a gloomy, white fog that settled over the land. It would do. While white was usually associated with light things, this land, like the stallion in it, did not have a light feel to it at all. His coloring caused some equine to think him light. However, one encounter with him quickly proved his true design. He was a creature of hell who was a master of deceit. He was known to use his appearance to his advantage. Those lights were too quick to trust someone who looked innocent. They let down their guard all too quickly.
Enough dawdling! It was time to claim this forsaken place. He reared, hooves slashing at an invisible opponent. A harsh cry went up as his hooves made contact with the ground, sending up a small cloud of what appeared to be ash. This land was now his. He would form a herd. It would grow. They would have power. He let out another bellow. One word was emitted. The name of the new stallion here.
"Tiernan"
[/glow]Finally, it ceased and his brother's blood stained his light gray coat. Those who walked away alive did not reform the Raziya, but rather went their separate ways, careful not to turn their backs on anyone, lest they end up like their more unfortunate former comrades.
Tired of always being on the move, he decided to look to establish a more permanent residence. He would form a herd. He would not look to build it with loving mares, but rather with the strongest. There was no room for love in this life. Love was for the weak. He was anything but weak.
Somehow, he managed to discover this place. It seemed that there was already a war brewing between dark and light, though nothing had been started. He thrived on action. He lived for the kill. He was not looking to simply retire to his own lands and fade away, forgotten. No. This land would be perfect. It would provide him with a fight, once again.
Immediately, he found himself in neutral lands. Scoffing in disgust, he made his way out of them. Neutral was another word for coward in his eyes. The only horses that would thrive in these parts had one concern in mind: staying out of harm's way. He had more respect for the lights than he did for these vermin. They, at least, were willing to fight.
Finally, he noticed the terrain becoming more treacherous. He was home. It took a bit of investigating, but he soon learned that there was already a King and Queen to this realm. He was not used to serving under someone and was not sure that it would go over all too well.
Oh well. He had been to hell and back to get here and was not about to turn back because of two horses. Moving through the terrain, he saw that nothing had been claimed. Why not? He would soon rectify this problem. Moving through, the Namibian finally found land to his liking.
His whitish coat seemed to blend perfectly with his surroundings. The stone was alabaster and there was a gloomy, white fog that settled over the land. It would do. While white was usually associated with light things, this land, like the stallion in it, did not have a light feel to it at all. His coloring caused some equine to think him light. However, one encounter with him quickly proved his true design. He was a creature of hell who was a master of deceit. He was known to use his appearance to his advantage. Those lights were too quick to trust someone who looked innocent. They let down their guard all too quickly.
Enough dawdling! It was time to claim this forsaken place. He reared, hooves slashing at an invisible opponent. A harsh cry went up as his hooves made contact with the ground, sending up a small cloud of what appeared to be ash. This land was now his. He would form a herd. It would grow. They would have power. He let out another bellow. One word was emitted. The name of the new stallion here.
"Tiernan"