Post by Insomniac// on Jan 7, 2007 16:27:01 GMT -5
the first steps are those that seem to be of importance...
[/I]Optics took the the surroundings with great optimism and though, for the lands of which Insomniac had just entered where of those fit for all of royalty. Nares flared taking in the sting of salt, which came from the ocean, which lay within the view of him. The clashing of the salty aqua was clearly audible and a calming wave came over the usually so rowdy brujen. Cranium was dropped toward the earth, her sandy covering was new to Insomniac, for he had mostly felt the sod beneath his daggers, for this was a strange substance of the loose earth. Nares took in the scent of the sands, they smelt of the ocean that lay clearly before him. Cranium was then tossed violently toward the heavens, Audits laced back and oculi rolled back, exposing the whites. Coiled muscles in his haunches released and the hellion shot forth, the sandy earth spraying upward and landing heavily upon its brothers.
[/color][/center]All four of the dagger of the hellion slammed heavily into the sandy soils, carrying his corpse swiftly upon the beach that he had come upon, Hind daggers dug deeply into the earth, coming to a stop before the large body of aqua that lay before the hellion. Nares flared, as oxygen greedy lungs took in the sweet essence they always craved and expelled it as carbon dioxide. A small amount of sweat appeared upon the pelt of Insomniac. Banner and whipcord lay limp until the constant ocean breeze stirred them. Audits swiveled constantly upon his cranium, for no sound could be heard, only that of the ocean that lay before him.
[/color][/center]Brain-pan was swirling of that like a whirlpool, for so many thoughts ran through the aging hellion. Where the royalty in such lands as these. For surely there would be. Nares flared once more, taking in the scents of his surroundings. No equine scent could be found amongst the thousands of different ones that he connected with. Cranium cocked slightly as he once again began to think. For if there would be no royalty in these lands, could they not be his? The question shook right through him. Insomniac would make a leader, perhaps not the best of leaders, but still he could make a leader. No weak equines would survive the harsh reality of the world, that struck forth so true. A small scoff could be heard, for Insomniac was not weak, he himself could not tolerate those of the weak sorts.
[/color][/seize]Pillars began to carry the corpse of the hellion toward the foliage, for cover against the coming storm. He could sense it, every nerve itched and it was coming. Soon all Hell would be let loose upon the coastal lands. Cover was a smart thing, not a dumb thing and one thing was for sure Insomniac was not your average equine. Small, twigs protruded their arms reaching for his pelt taking hold of it but only to be broken or ripped loose by the force of the hellion. Suddenly he came to a standstill, audits cocked forward, muscles coiled, ready to attack, ready to kill and take his first sip of liquid crimson on the newly hatched lands. Something was out there, but what was it....or who was it.
[/color]but yet have the least impact of what will happen...
[/size][/I][sorry definitely not my best post, but it will have to do. whoever replies to this, I'm sure the next post I create will be much better. ^.^]
[not done yet]
Hopfully we get some more active members to make this rpg come back alive like it used to be. 