[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by Brz. Strandwolf on January 9, 2009, 7:26 pm, in reply to "A Stray Flame"
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A torrent of wind rushed by the shifting sands' surface, altering the landscape as it always had. The sun's rays cascaded down into the open dunes of Ni'Srilan, the sand becoming white hot in the constant source of energy, which in turn sent rivulets of heat up into the legs and bodies of those who crossed the sands. Intricate little plants, such as the cacti, and thornbushes, were chanced upon very few and far between, though when my honeyed brown eyes did happen to see them, a bolt of my Lightning made short work. The bad influence whom had stimulated my roguish acts such as exploding cacti, was none other than the new Commander of Ni'Srilan, Baraqel.
In any case, as my tall caramel dun pillars stalked forwards and pulled me along, my slow walk taking me nowhere fast, my eyes saw no plants. Perhaps Baraqel and I had already kasploded all the damned things already; whatever the case may be, I can't say I was really interested anyways.
As my caramel dun form came to the peak of a sand dune, the breeze that rushed across the terrain caressed the right side of my face- the side that had been skinned, leaving pink flesh and three claw marks gouged into my cheek. Such a blow could only be earned by the warriors in the Element, and I was proud of the scar. It marked a battle that I had won, and I wore the scar, which the skin would never again cover, with pride. After squinting my right honeyed brown pool from the wind, something in my peripheral vision caught my attention.
With little care, I nonchalantly rotated my broad caramel face to better see what I had noticed in the corner of my eye. There, making his first steps into the desert, it seemed, was a new stallion. I snorted, flicking my pinions forwards to listen to anything coming from his direction; after I took note that he was not calling for anything or anyone, I decided to go.
My dunskin form slid effortlessly into a light trot, as I headed down the slope to meet the ivory hued stallion. His eyes were a pale blue, much like my mate Althea's, and my son's. The memories were subdued before they could flood my mind as I came to a rough halt before this guy.
"You new here? I'm Strandwolf, a Bronze Gladiator here in the Desert."
I wasn't friendly, nor unfriendly; this guy had to prove himself worthy here in the dunes of the Vipers. When I had first arrived, I was not known, not by name nor face, until I won my first battle.
So for now, I awaited his response.
LIGHTNING III
Alphamagnetism
B E L L Y C R A W L E R
BRONZE GLADIATOR
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