staking my [claim] .

[time02]

v i t o .

There were so, so many memories hidden in the frozen tundra hardly anybody knew nowadays. Every cave, every glacier had a purpose in my mind. Everything was plastered with memories from those years that seemed distant to me. So distant, yet so close to my heart. Even with a cold personality, it was impossible to forget my home being ripped of all it's success.

I remember it clearly. That day that our 'safe haven' was dilapidated. The icy, tundra land that held my old herd was destructed that day, my father- the king- killed. Same with Mother. I was heir to the throne, and I still deserve that ranking in life. Now, the landscape was destroyed. There was no other words to describe it but just that; destroyed! It angered me a great deal, knowing all of Father's work, and he himself, was gone.

Somebody needed to build it all back up.

With all the recollections, it killed to see it inactive and saddening. I needed to change that. That was why I dared to set foot on the pure, white desert this very day. To stake my claim in the Homelands, and show Father I was one to be proud of.

My ebony eyes shone with confidence, hiding all the emotions welled up inside me at the thought of this land. The slight snowfall was growing stronger and stronger. It wasn't a perfect, dramatic setting for the event, but it must due. All scents were stale, leaving the obvious sign of no claim. What little hoofprints visible on the land were getting snowed over by the minute. I nuzzled at the snow softly, stopping for a second to do so. Standing tall at 20.1 hands high, I trekked along, not stopping, putting my scent everywhere so no confusion came to stallions.

I would fight for this land, do whatever it took. I wanted to make Father proud, acting as if his spirit was watching over me. "I'll make you proud, Father." I murmured to myself. Alone, I appeared to be a kind, heartfelt stag today. But no. I was nothing but. All I wanted was success, to win the game of thrones. The only reason I was slightly emotional today was due to seeing the land so solitary, also because of what I was about to do.

It wasn't something I'd regret, either.

After I felt sure my scent, and only mine surrounded Cikuq, I brought myself to a halt, standing tall, proud, and confident. My muscular stature, supported by lengthily feathered daggers, gleamed even below a shaggy fur coat that wrapped around my skin. Tossing my long, black-and-white ribbons out of my visionaries and into the wind, I stated loudly after a loud whinny. "I, Vito, son of the once ruling Cantaro, hereby claim this land of Cikuq."

Bowing my head, I walked into the nearby caves, exploring the land I hadn't observed for a while now.

[Hud]

Looks good and seems that everything is in order.
CLAIM ACCEPTED!

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