Post by ✦ F a e r i i e f o x ✦ on Aug 27, 2024 10:59:30 GMT -7
The air in the land was thick with a heavy mist that clung to the twisted trees like a shroud. The land was aptly named—a place where light struggled to pierce the dense canopy, where shadows writhed and whispered secrets to those willing to listen. It was a land steeped in darkness, shaped by the violence of those who had come before, and now, it was his.
Malice moved through the murky landscape with a quiet, lethal grace, his massive form blending seamlessly with the gloom. His bony white coat, marred by countless scars, stood out starkly against the dark surroundings, a spectral presence in the twilight. His red eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the terrain with a hunter’s focus, noting every twisted branch, every craggy outcrop, every hidden path that could be used to his advantage. This land was now his domain, and he would know every inch of it, especially if he were to hunt it for food in the future.
The terrain was treacherous, filled with narrow passaged through trees, jagged rocks, and deep, hidden pits that could swallow the unwary. But for Malice, it was perfect. This was a place where the weak would falter, where the strong could thrive. It was a place where he could hone his strength, where he could build his power, and where he could plot his next moves with ruthless precision. Here, in the heart of Shadow’s Edge, he would hopefully forge a future for himself.
The wind howled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of earth and forest. IMalice breathed it in deeply, savoring the sense of raw, untamed power that lingered in the air. This was a land that demanded respect, and he would ensure that it received it. Perfect for the kind of place he wanted to make, with the right people at his side.
His hooves pressed into the soft, wet earth as he continued his slow, methodical exploration. He moved with the confidence of a predator at the top of the food chain, his muscles rippling beneath his scarred hide as he walked. His thoughts were dark, focused on the future, on what he could build here. Shadow’s Edge was more than just land—it was an opportunity, a canvas upon which he could paint his ambitions in blood and fire. Even if it had been the Dark queen who had given it to him, he only thought he deserved it. When he had somehow failed to become king at her side, this was something to distract his mind on, something to focus all that *malice* on.
The shadows lengthened as the night deepened, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant cry of a nightbird. Malice paused atop a rise, looking out over his new kingdom. The land stretched out before him, vast and ominous, filled with potential. The pale brute’s lips curled into a faint, wicked smile. Yes, this was the beginning of something great. Here, in Shadow’s Edge, he would carve out his place in this war-torn world. Here, he would find the power and control he craved.
And woe to any who dared challenge him for it.
tag; shizwitch
notes; He's just enjoying it all too much atm, having too many ideas, and being his typical ass lol
credit for art - faeriiefox