Post by Ellie on Aug 3, 2009 13:30:19 GMT -8
A large black form appeared on the horizon. The form reared, and it was easy to tell, by his scream, that it was the ruler of these lands, Nazgul.
Nazgul snorted, and gazed around his lands. Elysia was the perfect place for a dark stallion like himself. He shook his black pelt, ash falling uselessly from him. He was nearly covered by it, but then again, it was normal for an equine living in Elysia.
Nazgul calls his lands The Lands Of Hell for many reasons. He had claimed two mares, one had bared his foal, the other never showed. Of course, he couldn't blame them. The one was psychotic, and the other was probably just too chicken.
He rolled his black orbs and walked along, careful to avoid being cooked alive by the many pools of lava that made Elysia feel like home to Nazgul. No equine in their right mind would live a place were they could die at any moment by the toxic gasses, and volcanic ash that coats the air here.
But Nazgul isn't a normal equine. He had his mind and heart set on bloodshed. He couldn't help it, it was just the way he was. No one really understands why, not even himself.
Nazgul snorted, and gazed around his lands. Elysia was the perfect place for a dark stallion like himself. He shook his black pelt, ash falling uselessly from him. He was nearly covered by it, but then again, it was normal for an equine living in Elysia.
Nazgul calls his lands The Lands Of Hell for many reasons. He had claimed two mares, one had bared his foal, the other never showed. Of course, he couldn't blame them. The one was psychotic, and the other was probably just too chicken.
He rolled his black orbs and walked along, careful to avoid being cooked alive by the many pools of lava that made Elysia feel like home to Nazgul. No equine in their right mind would live a place were they could die at any moment by the toxic gasses, and volcanic ash that coats the air here.
But Nazgul isn't a normal equine. He had his mind and heart set on bloodshed. He couldn't help it, it was just the way he was. No one really understands why, not even himself.