Post by Kalovantha on Mar 3, 2010 22:30:57 GMT -6
Dark Vampire
[/font][/size][/b]Pounding hoof beats echoed eeriely through the land as a dusky form swept along, dial close to the ground with a ground-eating stride. With a sudden snort and toss of the dial the beast plowed to a halt. The creature raised itself onto its hinds and released a blood-curling scream.
He was back. Who was he? Why, he was none other than Dark Vampire. The lands? Why they were his beloved Nonus, he couldn't stand by and let some young upstart ruin his little valley now could he? Nope.
With another whistle the rose grey arabian eased into a prance like trot, banner raised like a flag and swaying with his steps. This particular stallion seemed to never tire, that was his trademark, well along for being a blood-thirsty little son of a bitch with a rare coat for his age. A dusky rose grey? On an eight or nine year old stallion? That was a rarity if he didn't know any better.
He plunged to a halt, throwing his dial high and scenting the wind. He released another challenging scream. Was anybody hiding here? He didn't scent anyone at least. He tossed his dial again when he caught a stale scent. Asra! He snorted heavily before dropping his dial to the ground and breathing in deeply, sneezing when he inhaled some dust.
He struck at the ground and released another neigh, this one softer and curious. Was she here? He didn't know but he missed the blue mare. He snorted again, shaking his dial and lunged, bucking slightly twisting in midair before striking out at a gallop, surging around the borders of his land, patrolling it would see. Nonus would always belong to him, but Nonus was nothing without his beloved Asra.[/size]