Post by barrel on Jan 2, 2012 9:36:48 GMT -5
The vegetation that had spread so quickly in the spring, now lay dormant and lacked it's natural vivid coloring. Early Winter had begun to take it's hold on the land, and this Goliath was ever so pleased with the atmosphere and change of seasons. As if this were Boreas himself the stallion emerged from theses lands at the beginning of his favored season, even in doing this it did not mean that the fellow was not around previously. The Earth was marked by this grand creature, frosted hoof prints were left behind. This was not caused by the atmosphere or season no it was due to the creature that carried the saucer pan sized hooves. Muscle lined his entire framework, like a grand statue presented to these lands. Yet flawed by the multiple scarred artwork that was painted about his alabaster flesh. A mysterious misty vapor seemed to linger off the stallion, much like that of a fog that eerily only he was exposed too. The aura that followed this equine would make a creature quite uneasy, it was eerie and quite lingering as if death had just marked another soul. Those eyes though were exquisite, the hue of the deepest and most flawless cut sapphire lay like gemstones within his sockets.
The eyes of this beast were oddly alluring, yet if anyone dared view deeper into the frozen creature nothingness would be noted. No emotion, or thoughts, or anything really at all. It was very odd, and it seemed to make others not stay and chat for very long. The oddity of this stallion would be the ivory, bone like horns that run along his spine much like a mythical dragon would have, a forked tongue as well lay within the lips of this mammoth. Other than these oddities the creature was quite natural, yet icicles seemed to form in the mane and tail and even frozen dew may be noted upon his flesh. Nostrils scented the air first, grasping the aromas and sending them into his nasal cavity to be examined. Then when that did not seem to suffice Imperial scented with that divine forked tongue, capturing any scents that marked his future path. The massive creature without rushed movements lifted his grand structure onto the ruins ruble, and then slowly descended once more. Truly this stallion was never in a rush, never truly felt the need for urgency. For this creature had been trained in the art of war, and the art of speech therefore one can neither be rushed if one wishes to conquer.
The Goliath is also quite a deadly creature and should not be taken lightly when in his presence, for ice has truly consumed his soul and therefore left no room for anything else. Imperial is not a equine to be fooled by love, or friends, possibly just allies one could obtain. Yet if there was a mare with enough fire, possibly could melt his icebox slightly possibly could gain the affection of this stallion. He favors the presence of both genders yet is only interested in those full of life, or possessing intelligence and wit. Imperial was quite primitive and savage really, staying mostly to himself. Allowing for no emotion to drive him, instinctual impulses have become quite alive. A true predator at heart for Imperial would be the reaper you see before you take your final breath. Now what will the day have in store for this frigid beast, possibly another equine? Ah whatever the gods would bring to the stallion he would be ever so pleased with.
Word Count: 597.
The eyes of this beast were oddly alluring, yet if anyone dared view deeper into the frozen creature nothingness would be noted. No emotion, or thoughts, or anything really at all. It was very odd, and it seemed to make others not stay and chat for very long. The oddity of this stallion would be the ivory, bone like horns that run along his spine much like a mythical dragon would have, a forked tongue as well lay within the lips of this mammoth. Other than these oddities the creature was quite natural, yet icicles seemed to form in the mane and tail and even frozen dew may be noted upon his flesh. Nostrils scented the air first, grasping the aromas and sending them into his nasal cavity to be examined. Then when that did not seem to suffice Imperial scented with that divine forked tongue, capturing any scents that marked his future path. The massive creature without rushed movements lifted his grand structure onto the ruins ruble, and then slowly descended once more. Truly this stallion was never in a rush, never truly felt the need for urgency. For this creature had been trained in the art of war, and the art of speech therefore one can neither be rushed if one wishes to conquer.
The Goliath is also quite a deadly creature and should not be taken lightly when in his presence, for ice has truly consumed his soul and therefore left no room for anything else. Imperial is not a equine to be fooled by love, or friends, possibly just allies one could obtain. Yet if there was a mare with enough fire, possibly could melt his icebox slightly possibly could gain the affection of this stallion. He favors the presence of both genders yet is only interested in those full of life, or possessing intelligence and wit. Imperial was quite primitive and savage really, staying mostly to himself. Allowing for no emotion to drive him, instinctual impulses have become quite alive. A true predator at heart for Imperial would be the reaper you see before you take your final breath. Now what will the day have in store for this frigid beast, possibly another equine? Ah whatever the gods would bring to the stallion he would be ever so pleased with.
Word Count: 597.
