fate is fickle - Challenge Nov 10, 2020 8:18:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2020 8:18:15 GMT -7
Edit date as I was told I can't count lmfao
It wasn't long after the conversation that the black stallion departed from the lands aptly called Desolate Earth, it's leader seemed to be absent, as he had expected after watching the inner workings of the region for some time. But that didn't mean that the civilians of the land were ready to just roll over and expose belly when the usurper stepped across the boundary lines into the life sucking mud, there had been a large stallion who called himself the Beta of the murky lands and he would be the one responding to Torin's call.
A sense of calm washed across the black stallion as he walked further away from the lands, watching as the world around him turned from a forest with low visibility and terrain that craved horse flesh, into a wide space of red and blue. There wasn't a cloud in the sky on this day, the sun's touch scorched the ground and made the skin across his back feel as if it were a size or two too small. The usurper's back twitched in discomfort as he stopped, studying the dust bowl around them, spots on the terra cotta ground were stained a deeper shade of red, showing the signs of battles that had been fought here before their time. Torin couldn't help but wonder what some of these fights had been held over. The love of a woman? Lands? A title? Merely sparring among friends?
Torin couldn't fight off the spark of excitement jumping between the synapses of his nerves any longer. Pools of flame seemed to spark to life as they drifted across the horizon, watching as a tumbleweed danced in the slight breeze across the wasteland. He was thankful as the breeze picked at the ends of his heavy mane, kissing across the width of his back and offering a slight reprieve to the harsh embrace of the sun. Clearing his throat the black turned to face in the direction he had just arrived from. "Sanctio! It's rude to keep your company waiting." The stallion watched, waiting for the larger, lumbering form to appear on the edge of the battle grounds.
-- TAGGED : fleabittengray
-- WORDS : 361
-- MUSE : excellent
-- NOTES: Torin is challenging for the lands Desolate Earth.
-- TIME LIMIT: five days due Nov 15 @ 7:20am PST
-- ATTACKS: 0/2
-- DODGES: 0/1
-- SUMMARY: Torin arrives at the battle grounds, waiting for Sanctio.
Andalusian x French Trotter x Appaloosa
Link to image // Table by Aliyaah