Things Change, You Have to Adapt (Claim)
Mar 26, 2013 11:16:01 GMT -6
Post by seelestudio on Mar 26, 2013 11:16:01 GMT -6
Hatred and anger bubbled just beneath the surface, waiting for an outlet to sooth the burn. It caused the stallion to be even more blind to the world, making him stumble around in a daze. He knew every inch of Orut. He knew when the tides would turn on the beach and how far up the bank they would go. He knew when the birds would start singing their love songs in the spring. He knew when every tree had fallen! What gave that stallion the right to come charging in and claiming what was Silvanus's! He kicked out, lifting and scattering the hard packed snow that made up the northern parts of the territory.
He hadn't been able to quell the anger he felt for Orut's new king, but he also hadn't been able to fight him. His blindness irked the giant stallion more then ever, he felt useless, broken. More broken then his whore of a mother could ever make him feel. He was unable to protect what he loved, what he knew, so he had left. That decision still haunted him.
Huffing in anger and frustration, The brute tried to calm down and figure out where he was exactly. He remember his father taking him north into Cikqu to train. He remember the stallion telling him that he was its king and that many had tried and failed to tame the tundra's wild nature. The idiot had boasted how he had tamed her just like Sil's mother. Sil shook his head, enjoying the feeling of his heavy mane. If his father was dead didn't that mean he was the new king? It didn't really mater, the stale scent of a stallion had hit him as he crossed the border but it had quickly faded. It seemed that it was just another failed king.
Silvanus brought himself back to the present, he had walked for a couple hours after that and now he figured he was somewhere near the ice caves. Orut was lost, but this place was a haven just waiting to be discovered. Forget Orut, forget that King, This is your home now. Sil took a deep soothing breath in, and then bellowed loud and clear, this land was his!
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OOC; Woot?