Post by Epidemic on Dec 1, 2008 21:54:46 GMT -5
His facade would be stung by the force of the fighting winds, legs pulsing. Go farther, farther, faster, faster! they'd seem to scream as the brujo's golden frame three-beat into a marvelous, to Epidemic at least, topography. Epiddy would abruptly halt and toss his crown, a nicker emitting, echoing from the emptiness of the vast plateau. Various desert trees and shrubbery were planted around masses and layers of canyon rock. The atmosphere was a nice, blue hue with minimal clouds floating upon them at the moment. "Beautiful," the palomino stallion breathed. "These lands will become mine!" And with that, Epidemic would heave his forelimbs off of the ground, thrashing them in the air. The lands were his. Any challenger dare come, just try and face him.
OOC Bleh. xP