Post by ELiAS on Jun 27, 2009 19:17:55 GMT -8
Daggers sliced the slightly wetted turf as the blood pounded through his veins. It was time to claim, time to choose his homeland. Time to make his mark. The scent of water rolled off a pond and he pranced towards it, then lunged and crashed through the glasslike aqua with a splash, shattering the peace that had been there moments before his entrance. Arsenic climbed out of the pond and shook his leopard coat, kicked a lillypad off of his back hoof and trotted away to furthur stake his claim. Arsenic now had a land to call his own and to hoarde his faes and fawns. With a smirk he rubbed himself on a small rock, and let his scent drape over it, then took off in a random gallop, burying his hoofprints along the edge of his land. His land. That sounded like beautiful music to his evil ears. The waters of Orphis now ran through his veins and bore his name. Arsenic.