A Kings Claim

[Trill Stalker]

<sup>Zarian Raised his head high into thet sky; the moon was full this night and off in the distance he heard the howl of a lone wolf. Huge bony trees stretched there scelital hands into the air, like they were paying tribute to there mistress. He sighed, a big puff of smoke that made him seem a dragon. Zarian felt like one too, he had just gotten awakened by a nightmare of his past and he was none too happy. Rage filled his emotions, he had not slept a single night in years. He despised himself for leaving his birth band.

One of his large ears pulled back and tuched his head, the howling wolf was running through the forest it had obviously senced Zarian. The wolf was crazy though if he thought to take down Zarian on his own. Tall and muscled with dagger like hooved Zarian was in the prime of his life and he knew how to use his bulk to the maximum. But as Zarian saw the lone wolf darting back and forth in the shadowed woods he thought that maybe it was time for him to die. He had nothing to live for.

Zarian made no move as the wolf jumped out of the darkness and dug it's teeth into his sholder. It burned but the pain was welcomed, it gave him something to feel other then anger. The wolf started to knew at him and Zarian felt sick, he had given the wlf a perfect chance to kill him but the wolf was obviously dull and the pride that was left in his body would not be put out by an over zelouse preditore.

With a flash of pearly white Zarian clamped his teeth into the scruff of the wolfs neck, it howled in pain and zarian let out a full grown. The wolf had gotten a sickening chunk of him. The wolf tried to get out of his captores grasp by thrashing his paws in the air and turning his head this way and that for a bite. Zarian was acostome to wolves and the way they attacked having lived on his own for four years.

The wolf was all skin and bones, Zarian pittied the wolf. Obviously it was an outcast like himself but atleast Zarian could nuture his body. The pitty was pushed away with more rage, how could thing animal allow it's body to deminish? Life was suposed to be cherished but only if it was worth saving, this woulf was not it was already half crazed.

Zarian made it quick, with a swift motion he snapped the lupuns neck with his own jaws. It was easy the wolf had had helf his soul in it's death bed. Zarian dropped the wolf almost carefully and through the uper half of his body into the air. Thrashing his front legs in the air he let out a call, it was filled with anger and claiming. The land that he stood in would now be his and if anything objected it then they could chalenge his athority.</sup>

[lynx'']

Who is your mare?[/size]

[Trill Stalker]

I don't got one yet...

[lynx'']

Read the rules, there, it clearly states you must have a mare to claim a land.


Correction;; staff have now come to an agreement [2nd June 2008-...] that stallions can claim a terra without a mare AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME so your fine to claim this land, sorry about before, we just changed that rule today =]

[Trill Stalker]

Heh alright so does that mean that Zarian gets the land?

[lynx'']

yes.

[deathreaper]

Auds flicked, a silvery white body moved fowards, letting a small sigh escape her lips before she laughed at the little moment passing by, a enjoyable breeze felt over her body before she only looked around. Her moments passed by before a flash back appeared through her racing mind,

FLASH BACK

Hey mom! What are you doing![Moon, eat your dinner] -I run fowards and off a few feet from her-[Moon, stay in my sight now! Don't go off to far!]Mom, I won't! -A sudden loud noise of a car hittin the barbed wire fence and running towards my mom, a drunk man in the seat- MOM! Look out -They collide, my mother was killed in that accident because of a two legged thing in a car.-

That moment horrified her and she only shook her head quickly, trying to rid the horrible moment away and bring a time back of when she was running with her mother. Blue orbs danced around before seeing something, a stag. She walked towards him...

[mewlie]

Dead leaves crunched and rustled underneath her chipped, uneven hooves, leaving behind no memories of her passing. She moved with grace and dignity, taking long strides that covered the ground effortlessly.

Her ears flickered forward, then flickered back, keeping tabs on the scufflings of the wood's wildlife. She snapped a twig under her front left hoof, and froze.

Something was wrong.

The birds had stopped chirping, and only the wind made noise. Swiveling her head to eye her surroundings better, the mare snorted, and all hell broke loose.

The large, beige cat slunk its way over the dead leaves, quiet and deadly. Its whiskers sensed the air and gauged that the prey had stopped fifteen paces ahead. Perfect. Picking up speed, the cat leaped out of the foliage, only to land in the deer path alone. Snarling and spitting, the feline spun around in a full 360 before staring down the path the prey was headed.

That's when she struck.

Flinging her head, the mare heaved onto her back legs, screaming her cry. Thrashing daggers plunged into the cat's back, causing it to yowl despairingly. Something crunched and snapped. The mare reared back up, only to come down on the soft body of the puma.

What is it doing here? was her first thought as she pranced nervously around the body that was struck out at an odd angle. The trickle of blood that oozed out the cat's mouth frightened her, and she took off without warning down the path, galloping carelessly in her fear, causing the birds to whistle and chirp in fright.

[Trill Stalker]

(I'm popular! just kidding... Heh how did we get a car killing a mother and a puma attacking a mare...this should be fun... what I am going to do is make a post for each of you (Deathreaper and Mewlie)...it will be easier on me, but later on I will get all of us together.)

[Trill Stalker]

Deathreaper this is for you


<sup>Still breathing hard from his encounter with the wolf, Zarian pinned back his dark grey ears and rolled his black eyes to the west. A beautiful creature was walking toawards...him?. The moon reflected off of the mares white coat making her glow like a radient goddess. Zarian had not had contact with another horse for four years; He did not know what to make of this mare, but he knew that this was now his land and everything conected to it was under his controll.

Swet still glistened off his huge bulk as he pranced towards the mare, she was vastly smaller then him and she looked distrought. Zarian only knew force but a new feeling settled in his stomach as he came closer to the feme. The bitter sweet smell of fear entered his nostrills and Zarian looked around himself for a preditore. A strong feeling came to him and he realised that he could not help this mare physically, because the thing that was making her horrer show was in her mind.

What are you doing here? The words were ruff and a little bit more demanding then he would have liked them to be. They were also dull and he highly doubted that they helped her problem; but once again, he did not know how to react to a mare in discomfort.</sup>

[Trill Stalker]

Mewlie tis for u

<sup>Zarian turned his head to his sholder and tried, unsecsesfully to lick at his wound. The wolf had really taken a good chunk out of him. Zarian shook his big head so that his swety mane aired out. He started to take a step and then stoped, the sound of beating hooves entered his twin zeniths. Another of his kind was roming freely within his land.

The instinct to protect what was his was instant and he found himself drifting easily over the darkened land even with his bleeding sholder. A mare was galloping at full speed through the night, he could see that her eye's were a little too white and her movements a little to jerky; she was in obviouse panick.

Zarian did not know how to stop the feme without herting her but it seemed as though she did not have a care except for her fear. With grace that you wouldn't have thought a big draft like him could have shown Zarian plunged on into the night and stoped dead a few feet infront of the rampaging mare. She would eather have to stop or run strieght into him, he was hoping that the mare was smart. But just in case he let out a loud call that made sleeping birds fly squaking into the stary sky.</sup>

[mewlie]

( Aww, it will be hard for you. Maybe we should just...be a three at the same time. I can gallop in just as you see her.)

[mewlie]

Da da thunk. Da da thunk. Da da thunk.

The rhythmic pounding of her hooves filled her mind, clouding everything else; wrestling with her fear to kill it like she had the cat.

The end of the trees was just ahead and she stretched out farther, her legs become a slight blur as she put the rest of her strength into the last sprint that would take her out of the godforsaken place and into a clearing. She burst through the line of trees, a willow branch snapping across her shoulder, leaving a thin line that started to ooze instantly.

Tossing her head in complete panic and pain, the mare peddled fast, bringing her head down. The wind suddenly shifted and the musky smell of a stallion filled her nostrils.

Swinging her head up, she saw the male; too close for comfort. He was perhaps fifteen of her quick paces away. Her muscles went into lockdown, her legs skidding; the back collected and the front reaching out. She scrambled, eyes ablaze, hooves digging ruts into the soft ground. She slammed to an uncerimonious halt two feet in front of the stallion, front legs in the air, hindquarters situated firmly on the soil.

And I have to look like a bloody fool in this uncomfortable position, she mused quite calmly. She lifted herself up with a heave, but immediatly buckled back to the ground, the lactic acid in her limbs leaving her paralyzed.

Ow, she muttered, before laying her head at his hooves with a whoosh.

[deathreaper]

[I'm confused....I pull, I think, VERY easily confused at things, if you want Trill, just start another thread for Moon and your horsey.]

[Trill Stalker]

(Hmm ok Deathreaper I will start another thingy for your mare...)