Post by xx.shuffle on Mar 4, 2015 21:06:34 GMT -5
HYDE
Finally. Finally he had acquired the resources he needed to claim a territory of his own. He had scoped the lands deemed livable for the dark aligned, and the Ruins were the perfect place to house those he had rounded up. Mainly, Insanity. The whore, he could stick her anywhere within the lands. There were places he could trap her, lock her up, pen her in. Yes, this place would do quite nicely.
The thick layer of fog would provide protection for the young ones, and confuse all not familiar with the lands. He wasn't worried about anyone coming forward to challenge him. But, if anyone was stupid enough to try, they wouldn't make it far. It would take him days to figure out the lay of the land, so there was no way some stranger could come venturing into his lands and know where he was going. It was an excellent place to own. The best of the best would reside within. Warriors, soldiers, masters of the lands.
Starting with Insanity and Leviathan. They would do quite nicely. And Nero, the mutt. He had the potential to become great, dark minded like his father, strong. With the right training, and a few perfectly placed words to turn him against his dame, he would do well as a dark. The little one, though, Baraska. She was next to useless. Weak from the get-go, and much smaller than her brother. She would be a tough one to place. A tool for a creating an alliance with another stag, perhaps.
But those were thoughts for later. Now, he had a job to do. Traverse the lands and wipe any threats from them. Of course, anything with a brain would run when they caught wind of his thundering hooves and the stench of hatred. He was sure he would encounter no problems in his exploration.
He was right. There was nothing within the territory but dead scents and bones. A wasteland, to some. His new abode. Where he would raise and train the future rulers of the lands. The only ones worthy of the oxygen they all had to breathe. The food they all had to consume. He would make strong colts, and even stronger fillies. With precise choosing, and choice breeding, he would have an army worth fearing. With a ringing call, he laid claim to the ruins, and dared another to come forth.