Post by bubzel on Mar 5, 2009 14:54:46 GMT -5
The earth beneath his daggers began to soften, as the worn stag made his way through the deathly black undergrowth. For most, being the color he was, in the darkness of the trees, it would be a danger, but none dared to interrupt the motions of this stag.
Pacing through, crushing anything within his path, Envy soon pushed through the tricky maze of branches, and shook free any that may have decided to use him as a hanger. He gave a low snort, as his eyes adjusted to the colouring of the violent sunshine of winter.
Gazing around blankly, his features soon took in all there was to see, and his mind filled in the blank spots. He felt a sense of emptiness here, a feeling he much enjoyed. The sound of moans escaped behind him, as the old trees began to shiver in the cool winds, and for once, Envy was thankful for the winter-thickness of his coat. He slowly, almost as if it were a deep effort, lowered his neck, pushing his muzzle to the ground and lipped at the grass. The sweetness was satisfying, and the moisture within would quench any thirst.
As he began to roam, he could feel the tendons in his forelegs, relaxing as the terrain grew softer. The moisture of early morning dew, and the late-night frost soaked into the soft patches within his heels, and soothed his sores from walking perpetually.
Not being one to feel much pain, Envy wasn't used to the sensation of ease, and began to high-step through the grass, although it wasn't long before he adjusted to the dampening, and felt it was almost like a second nature. Stepping through the grass, which had begun to move upwards in height, his coat began moving through dappled shades, as the trees above prepared shade for his arrival.
He moved through the grass, his mood unchanging through the delightful surroundings, staying at his usual depressed state, with a sense of danger about him.
After roaming around for a while, Envy grew closer to a small, dark-coloured lake, and dipped his muzzle deep within its icy depths. The texture, and temperature of the liquid slipping within his mouth and down his throat made everything about himself feel tingly. A sensation he had never felt. He sharply drew himself from the water's edge, spraying droplets of transparent iciness everywhere. He gave a snort, before staring ahead, and making out the outline of something, within the centre of the water.
Feeling the need to investigate further, the stag slowly stepped into the icy temperatures, but felt nothing to himself.
He stepped slowly deeper, his strength holding nothing against the rate of the water currents. Soon, he was unable to catch his footing, and began to propel his legs in a pushing motion, finding himself moving forward, towards the mound in the lake.
As he grew closer, the shape grew larger in size, and the fog around it seemed to rise into nothingness. The depth of the water did not change as he neared, but almost seemed to deepen.
With the strength of the current, the stag found himself losing energy quickly, and realized he needed to find a way to land himself, or else the demons of the water would capture his corpse.
He pressed on, swimming further around the island, before he felt hardness below his hooves.
Within seconds, he was upon dry land, but the amount of liquid upon himself soon dampened the beige color of the sand, turning it into a muddy brown.
Having taken a liking to the 'always-bringing-new-findings' feel to the land, and having scented it was unclaimed, Envy turned, back to face the mainland, and gave a large, echoing shreak from the depth of his lungs,
I, Envy, claim these lands as my own. Any who wish to take my stance in battle, must come forth now, or so hold your tongue.
The sound of his piercing cry was heard for minutes after, before it quietly died out. Envy felt a goodness in the pits of his body, but quickly brushed it off, but was still unable to wipe the smile of pride from his muzzle.
Pacing through, crushing anything within his path, Envy soon pushed through the tricky maze of branches, and shook free any that may have decided to use him as a hanger. He gave a low snort, as his eyes adjusted to the colouring of the violent sunshine of winter.
Gazing around blankly, his features soon took in all there was to see, and his mind filled in the blank spots. He felt a sense of emptiness here, a feeling he much enjoyed. The sound of moans escaped behind him, as the old trees began to shiver in the cool winds, and for once, Envy was thankful for the winter-thickness of his coat. He slowly, almost as if it were a deep effort, lowered his neck, pushing his muzzle to the ground and lipped at the grass. The sweetness was satisfying, and the moisture within would quench any thirst.
As he began to roam, he could feel the tendons in his forelegs, relaxing as the terrain grew softer. The moisture of early morning dew, and the late-night frost soaked into the soft patches within his heels, and soothed his sores from walking perpetually.
Not being one to feel much pain, Envy wasn't used to the sensation of ease, and began to high-step through the grass, although it wasn't long before he adjusted to the dampening, and felt it was almost like a second nature. Stepping through the grass, which had begun to move upwards in height, his coat began moving through dappled shades, as the trees above prepared shade for his arrival.
He moved through the grass, his mood unchanging through the delightful surroundings, staying at his usual depressed state, with a sense of danger about him.
After roaming around for a while, Envy grew closer to a small, dark-coloured lake, and dipped his muzzle deep within its icy depths. The texture, and temperature of the liquid slipping within his mouth and down his throat made everything about himself feel tingly. A sensation he had never felt. He sharply drew himself from the water's edge, spraying droplets of transparent iciness everywhere. He gave a snort, before staring ahead, and making out the outline of something, within the centre of the water.
Feeling the need to investigate further, the stag slowly stepped into the icy temperatures, but felt nothing to himself.
He stepped slowly deeper, his strength holding nothing against the rate of the water currents. Soon, he was unable to catch his footing, and began to propel his legs in a pushing motion, finding himself moving forward, towards the mound in the lake.
As he grew closer, the shape grew larger in size, and the fog around it seemed to rise into nothingness. The depth of the water did not change as he neared, but almost seemed to deepen.
With the strength of the current, the stag found himself losing energy quickly, and realized he needed to find a way to land himself, or else the demons of the water would capture his corpse.
He pressed on, swimming further around the island, before he felt hardness below his hooves.
Within seconds, he was upon dry land, but the amount of liquid upon himself soon dampened the beige color of the sand, turning it into a muddy brown.
Having taken a liking to the 'always-bringing-new-findings' feel to the land, and having scented it was unclaimed, Envy turned, back to face the mainland, and gave a large, echoing shreak from the depth of his lungs,
I, Envy, claim these lands as my own. Any who wish to take my stance in battle, must come forth now, or so hold your tongue.
The sound of his piercing cry was heard for minutes after, before it quietly died out. Envy felt a goodness in the pits of his body, but quickly brushed it off, but was still unable to wipe the smile of pride from his muzzle.