come forth champion [Open]

[Vindication]

champion of chaos.

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here was something particularly boring about staying in one's own home and waiting for others to seek you out. Perhaps, for Vlapalo it was the feeling of boredom when watching one snuff out the life of another, and knowing that you could only watch from far away. Perhaps it was even the fact that he wanted to be there, smell the crimson liquid as it spilled from the wounds of victim, taste the fear in the air, and relish in the aura of dominance that the victor would give off after the deed was done. But that meant that the stallion would have to leave, no he must leave, his honored home in the heavens and walk amongst the children once again.

So after meeting with his visitor the stallion would allow his hooves to carry his heavy draft body down the jagged ridges of the mountains and to the middle of the river where he allowed the current to deposit his body at the foot of the mountain. Hooves continued to press onward though as the night started to slowly shift into day and the warm smell of grass assaulted his senses. Head would pick this moment to shake, then a sneeze would push itself from his nasal passages as he tried to banish the smell.

He was away from his home now, and yet so close at the same time. But now it was time to chose his next victim. The children where so interesting to play with, the way they bore that irritation like a mantle about their necks at being called exactly what they where. Thoughts though continued to wander, stirring inside of his intellect as he tried to decide on who exactly he was going to visit next.

The smooth embrace of the wind seemed to make that decision for him as it pushed him along a path where he did not exactly know where he was stepping. Hooves pressed on as his chin dropped down towards his breast as a sudden gust of wind make the tree like immortal's branches groan in displeasure. The breeze though was unforgiving and swept back the opposite direction, making the tree upon his back sag in rebutle until his nostils caught hold of a particular scent.

More Children.

A large group of them from what he could tell. So hooves where set eagerly in motion as his gait moved from a slow walk to an embraced trot. Bark entrenched whipcord snapped savagely behind as he as continued onwards towards the scent. He supposed the wind did have its uses after all. But once arriving at the boarder the immortal would give pause, thinking upon if he wanted to just walk over it and explore like he did in the last kingdom, or if it was time for a bit of mischief.

Deciding upon mischief the stallion slipped easily across the boarder. Ancient magic that was held within his breast slithered across the rest of his body, cloaking the equine parts of him from view, leaving only the tree floating in mid air. The amusement he obtained from this childish prank was enough to already make the stallion smirk with a smug expression on his invisible features. 'Let's see which of them will die from shock at a floating tree,' he mused darkly to himself with a sharp shake of his head.

Continuing onwards, the floating tree made its way into the kingdom. Mental tendrils where sent forth, seeking out the willing and opened minds of the children that where within this place they called a kingdom.

OC NOTE: His lower body is cloaked from view, leaving a floating tree that's 'walking' around. This thread is opened to whoever. Hehe. He does telepathically speak to others.

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