Post by T:w:i:t:c:h on Jul 14, 2009 10:11:59 GMT -5
Wolf's Bane
[/color][/u]Here we go again for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Powerful pillars slammed into the rather hard ground, daggers tearing at the turf underneath, throwing up the ground that was rendered from it's dirt made home. The inky blackness of the world surrounding him was something that the rather short stallion was used to, but still, did not care for. The shadows of the trees over head, oh yes, there are shadows even in the darkest of nights and they would wrap their hands around your bodice and hide you within them, zoomed over his head, momentarily breaking up his form until he emerged from them. Tossing his head, the brute cried out in a joy that had long since been denied to him for several years. It wasn't fear, or shame, or even despair that painted his visage now, no, it was something akin to joy. The thickly leaved trees of the plains covered his back, and the scent from the pines from up ahead was swept into wide nares that were so greedily inhaling the scent of the oncoming air. This place truly reminded him of his home that he inhabited as a foal, and it lifted his spirits quite a bit. As he raced on, his rather tangled mane and tail whipping at his hide, stinging, but it was rather unnoticed by the racing stud. It was a good night to be here, and a night like this was not to be ignored. No, he had all intentions of enjoying the night to it's fullest. Where ever that would take him.
The night was undoubtedly alive with power. Not just the stocky brujo racing through the woods as the night approached the midnight hour, either.
No, while Bane raced through a world that took him back to another, a storm was rolling over Beklim, dark clouds blotting out the stars, and slowly the moon like a disease that was slowly consuming the world's last light of purity. Lightning cracked through the dark mass in the sky, and thunder rumbled, snarling in warning, laughing in joy at the fear that it could inspire of those down below. The equine that had been racing through the trees like a storm himself, slid to a stop, haunches nearly underneath himself, muscles bunches and straining all over his body to slow himself in a hurry. Black lined audits flicked this way and that, waiting, one would suppose, to confirm what the suspicion was. As lightning cracked once again like a jagged cat o' nine tails in the sky, Bane snorted, ears pinned, and a scream of frustration was replied with a rear, white dipped pillars cutting through the rain thick air with ease.
As the second rumble of thunder faded from the air, Wolf's Bane snorted, turning his head back towards the path he had been taking, a sigh of what one would assume was disappointment passed through nares still wide with the exertion of pulling fresh air into tired lungs as sides heaved in effort of supplying the rest of him with oxygen. With that one resined sigh he turned back towards the path his daggers had been taking him, moving more slowly at a trot. 'Honestly, what the hell are you? Some little foal that has the liberty to just run all nilly willy around this territory? For all you know it could belong to someone else's. You got a death wish, dumb ass?' The thought was stinging in and within it's self, and the resigned stallion continued on his way, mumbling the word his mind had questioned him with, "No. Not tonight, anyways." Still, he didn't smell another equine such as himself in the air. Even though he was moving quickly, he still didn't see any sign of inhabitation. With a dismissive snort, he slowed to a stop once again, though agitation now marred his once joyous posture that he Had held while dashing head long through the woods. What the hell? It couldn't hurt at all. After all, it held memories, or raised them in Bane. He also wasn't above enjoying the beauty of nature, either. With a decisive nod, the dun stallion raised onto his haunches, his voice, deep for his body size rang out, barely beating the snarl of thunder, "I, Wolf's Bane, claim this land as mine. Let those who trespass against me meet my teeth and hooves with a vengeance!"[/color]
Find a new place to hand this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I don't get loose
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Comments: Wow. Not bad for waking up at three a.m.
Words: 738
Character: Wolf's Bane
Lyrics: Linkin Park's Bleed it Out
Status: Complete.
Music listened to: LP's Minutes to Midnight
Open or Private?: Neither. It's a claim, silly!
What belongs to who?: The lyrics to LP, the character to me. Do not use without permission.[/size][/center][/color][/font]
