Post by horselady on Mar 3, 2008 19:48:15 GMT -5
Xander
Cry all you want, but I don't care
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status: finished
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Cry all you want, but I don't care
No massive, overly muscular stag walked among the lands. Quite the opposite actually. This stag, being of only 15.2 hands, was no stag to go about boasting about his size. But that didn't matter. He still had muscle, but more he had strength in that little muscle, he just didn't feel he needed to show it. And being of the Alhke-teke, he had endurance, and courage to top it off.[/size]
He wasn't black, like the night, but a dun, like the crusting sand of the desert. A short, barely there, mane accompanied it, with a rather short tail. But he grew up with looks not mattering. It was respect, respect was what he grew up knowing was important. And right now, he had little respect for any other horses but himself. He was new to the lands, so what do you expect.
But the most important thing was, was what he was here for. A land to dwell on ofcourse. But he was no stag up for sharing, atleast, sharing with those he had no respect for. He came to give a challenge, show those who they should respect. Despite his short stature, disheveled appearance, he demanded respect, and shortly after meeting him, you'd know it.
For now, he stood at a small hill. The lake was easily seen by the hill, and farther beyond also. He saw few, none that would give him a challenge. Gathering himself, he reared up, maw parting to let his challenge be heard. I challenge the leader of this land. Come face your challenge. His words were backed by a voice that had heard many challenges before. He was no inexperienced stag. He had lead battles, and come out the champion. He had lead herds to safety, lead ranks into victory. He wasn't going to stop his winning streak now.
Xander landed back to the ground. Hooves were already sinking into the ground, getting to know the feeling of it. A smirk. He was already feeling it as his. Optics gave one more sweep around the perimiter. None. He wasn't in a defending stance, more of a first challenge. He felt this was not the place to fight, so felt no need to give his position away. His call had rang, and those willing to fight for land would come. A smirk. Bring it on.
words: 426
status: finished
comments: the challenge starts now, with 0 days left. (March 6)