He's Got It Covered

[† Kadaver †]

//Can I claim this before the charrie is accepted (His application is in the board)? These territorys went FAST and I wanted a master before they dissapeared.\\

I Hereby Claim This Land In The Name Of...

An Angel's Garveyard

Even without intending to, thunder rumbled as the large brute casually walked, his hooves impacting with the ground with a force unheard of by anyone but the God's themselves. Grave Digger's mass took up enough space where he could easily be crowned nature's tank, and that suited his hard-ass personality quite well, if he did say so himself. He was proud. Of almost everything. His size, his appearence, his stature, his personality, and much more but there was one thing that was always getting to him. He wanted more. More mares, more land, more respect, more power...you get the idea. He was born, spoiled rotten with the things he now craved leaving him as a younster already molded and dried into his current statue.

Grave Digger halted, his head whipping around as he moved his matted forelock out of his black, cold eyes. Silver mist swirled around his daggars, enticing them to remain where they stood. It was warm to him, but would have been frigid to others. He was different, and he knew it. It was what gave him his self-proclaimed power. He had been scaling a low-sloped hill, just to give himself a little workout when he had stumbled upon the outstretching plateu.

The hill, which was truthfully a dormant exploding volcano that had blown a crater into itself millions of years ago, had no true peak for the weather had eroded it down. The plains outstretched as far as his eyes could see. A lone, naked, charred oak tree stood in the center of the area, it's pride struck down by the lighting above years ago. Grave Digger should have taken in as a sign. A sign that God was eventually going to cut him down, but he was too dense to see it. The sky was overcast, making the normally lime green grass a dark shade of ebony. The scene was eerie, to say the least, and the sheer cold made the air thick and easy to take in through his nasel passages. The kind of are in a horror story and yet...Grave Digger loved it.

Just like the bullet leaving the gun, Grave Digger tore off leaving a trail of interrupted mist behind him. The cool air entered his lungs, his nares flaring and eyes piercing with pride as he galloped along his newfound boarders. This, until some dumb fool attempted at challenging him, was his.

[[Vengeance]]

_{Yeah that's alright ^^ Can I have the land name and description please?}

[† Kadaver †]

Sure, in a little bit though. I'll be back later. I need to finish Zoe's post, and then I'm off for a guitar lesson. I'll be back.

[† Kadaver †]

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Description: A dormant exploding volcano had blown a crater into itself millions of years ago, it's sloped leveled to a comfortable lever for the equine heard that makes it's home in the area. The plains outstretched as far as the eyes can see. A lone, charred oak tree stands in the center of the area, it's pride struck down by lighting years ago. The sky always overcast, making the normally lime green grass a dark shade of emerald. The scene altogether eerie, to say the least, and the sheer cold makes the air thick and easy to take into the lungs.