Post by Alex on May 27, 2007 21:11:39 GMT -5
Small specks of white appeared from the shadows of the ravine, growing to reveal the blazed nose and stockinged legs of a dark bay stallion. His legs skimmed the ground effortlessly in a ground-covering trot. It was late afternoon, and the sun was racing away over the western horizon, leaving long shadows that hid the stallion's countenance from others. He didn't want anyone to descry him yet. He'd rely on a surprise attack to bring down any enemies. But to his pleasure, there seemed to be none.
It was time to reveal himself to all in this kingdom. It was time for him to take the throne for which he was created, the rank for which he had been put on the ship and brought to these distant lands. It was his time, finally, to ascend as the rightful king of the Darks. Oh, how he had been awaiting this day! He rounded a corner and emerged in a small opening where the sun still shone. Marching loftily into the spotlight, the stallion opened his mouth and trumpeted a claim. This land was his now.
Name: The Forsakens' Hollow
Description: It is truly a land for the forsaken to find sanctuary and heal their physical wounds while the dark aura works on their minds, bending them into an evil state. A swift torrent of water seperates this land from other lands, and unscalable mountains line the north. Only the experienced know where to put their feet to avoid sudden sinkholes and the system of underground ravines that one can't see until one is falling down them. Watch your step.
