Hey Brother
Sept 9, 2014 13:09:53 GMT -6
Post by Waterr on Sept 9, 2014 13:09:53 GMT -6
The lone figure was a sore thumb. A sore thumb that not many equines would want to mess with. His thick frame was bulging with more muscle then what his breed probably should have ever been allowed to hold on one body. Tobiano painted hide did not match in witht he land, but the man was not concerned about that. Long, stout pistons led to sharp daggers that dug deep into the earth with each footfall, truding him onward toward the structures sitting on the horizon in the distance. Chocolate pools gazed behind the black and white curtain that kept flying in the air, just to lie back down on his facade. His banner waved gently in the soft wind that engulfed him. The cool temperatures seemed to radiate off the brute, or if they did bother him you wouldn't have noticed. Roman had a goal.
The massive stallion had been through more of his share of events in his lifetime. Enough to kill a person. But he had somehow, by the Fates he presumed, had made it to this moment. This moment where he would maybe get to speak to the Emporer of this land. The structures jutted up on the horizon, seeming like he would never be able to reach them. But he trudged onward. A lake loomed to his left, breathtaking and beautiful, seeming to move thicker since it was cooler out. He refrained from allowing his path to lead him to the edge and drink. His own personal pleasures and needs right now were not important. He needed to be introduced to the place he knew he would want to hopefully call home. But more then home, he wanted to be of service. It was time. He had been training for this his whole life and upon learning that a group of equines he would hopefully fit in with, had obtained a new Emporer, it was time to come out of the woodwork. His muscular frame had been through so much. From climbing the most trecherous mountains of his homeland to his sire forcing him underwater and holding him there, even to the point of making himself lost on purpose to fight off any and all wild creatures seeing him as an easy target on his own, Roman was ready. He had fought off wolf packs, fought off other bands of rogue stallions, survived harsh winters, and had been training for any kind of combat that he might encounter ever since he could remember. He had even went so far last year as to purposefully push and rub his facade and pools into a huge bees nest, being stung so bad his eyes had been swollen for three days. During these three days, he had nothing to rely on but strictly his flickering audits and constantly sensing nares. He had done the same thing for various of his senses, muffling his hearing by various events, and muffling his sense of smell. Each of his survival skills had been honed down to perfect. But in his mind he knew he was not perfect. If Roman were perfect, there would be no reason to keep training, to keep pushing or to keep going. His conclusion was that he was not perfect, but instead needed improvement, to only hone his skills more.
Even now, audits flickered, nares were flared bringing in the closing scents of other equines. One scent stuck out. The strongest scent, he knew would be the Emporer's. Due to the fact an Emperor ran the entire land, he would be out and about more with his guards and various other hirees. But his scent was unmistakable. The strongest presence there. Roman allowed his black and white hide to finally pick up to a cantar as he rounded the last bend of a hill that dipped toward the towering structures. There in the middle was his living grounds. But Roman dared not enter into this land further. It would not show, but he was already a little worried about his chances to serve the Emporer considering he had entered the land but there had been no one to meet him at the border. Audits flickering, he allowed the silence to cover him for a moment like a velvety blanket and only he was in the world. But finally his chocolate pools looked forward, auds pressed all the way toward his facade, pulling in every tendril of sound that was about to announce itself from him to this land of Valhill and to the Emporer. Maw split and his echoing vocals resounded off the structures and then silence, bouncing back down to an eventual fade. A couple of birds fluttered away from the surrounding small clumbs of forest dotting the meadow, and Roman resisted the small crack of a smile to his maw. The silence was peaceful but serving the Emporer as he had been training to do for years now, was a more beautiful thought to him
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