Claimence; A Ruler Of His Own

[Angelness]

K I S O

by the river of a deadly might
whose power thee cannot fight
swept away thee shalt be
if ye does not soon turn and flee
run and hide
if you can
but if suffering has not shown it's ugly face
you will surely lose this race
run away, weak one
run away

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Cracked black hooves were shoved into the ground as tattered nares laid useless and worthless at the edge of the stallion's maw. No other stallions whom he considered to be even a mild threat resided in this land yet anyway. As such there was no point in hiding his traces, nor in searching for anyone else's. His head turned leftward, toward the river the land was supposedly named after. Despite the river's lack of grandeur, he knew at least a little bit better than to scorn it. It wasn't a dark land for nothing. It wasn't called the "River of Souls" for nothing, either.
His massive, scarred buckskin-shaded head turned again, though this time, it turned to the right. Unlike the other dark land he had passed through, it didn't look like life could easily thrive there. Rather than grass sat bushes. Rather than vegetation sat meat. The water was deadly. The grass was unplentiful. Horse teeth weren't made for killing. All in all...
The perfect dark land.
Maybe not the biggest, but it portrayed his inner feelings, his thoughts, his emotions, quite well. On the outside, at a first glance, it looked... Well, not good, not bad. Not worth a second glance. Just another land, nothing out of the ordinary. However, likewise with Kiso, if one was to do a little research, to find out about it, they would realize how very wrong they were. Both of them were dangerous only to mere idiots and those full of enough dumb bravery to challenge them. They both made life hard. Not impossible, but hard. Very hard. But livable. Both had gone through questionable times. Kiso couldn't see what the land had gone through that had put it such a condition, nor what made the river run so fast below, and yet look so calm above. But what did it matter?
For revenge upon his bastard of a father, he needed an army. For an army, he needed a land. And upon one he stood, one that was open for claim.
Nostrils flared as his mind pumped out possibilities. All he needed was a few equines like him; powerful and ruthless, yet aware of their body's limits. Then... The hostile take over could take place. First, of this land. Then, with an even larger army, the land of his father's... Or of his father's heir. It didn't matter. Not to him. He needed revenge. His blood pounded for it, his mind demanded it. The need for it filled him with adrenaline, making him want to charge to his father and challenge him. Right then.
But he couldn't kid himself. His father hadn't been the leader for nothing. Sure, he wasn't dark but he hadn't been a light either... He had beaten out many opponents; far more than Kiso. He could run Kiso into the dirt like he was an ant. No, he needed an army, he needed to improve himself. THEN he could go looking for the stallion he loathed, the stallion who had chilled his blood and left him craving murder, torture, vengence. And then, when all was finished, he could stand over his father's dead body and dying mind... And laugh. Laugh as only someone reeking with a desire for murder, someone who had wanted it for so long, could laugh.
It was a fantasy, but it was a goal. He was getting too old to reach it himself... But he could force his son's to do it for him.

Yes, that could work. That could do it

He told himself confidently, a sneer embedded within his thoughts, poisoning his mind with a craving for the future to come upon him quickly. That thought in mind, he reared up, throwing his powerful forelegs into the air. He screeched out his claimence, then dropped to the ground with a heavy THUD! _{then walked off to mark his territory. As long as he lived, as long as he could fight, the land would be his. A smirk upon his maw, he walked off, his plans for victory still firmly stored in mind.}

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Terra name: River of Souls
Terra description: At the easternmost point of the newly formed land lies what could well be the downfall of many equines.
A river runs through this flat plain, irrigating it well. Though it's more of shrubs than grass, making it plentiful of small prey, it's the river that makes this land deadly to live in. The river's current is so deathly fast beneath the calm surface that if you fell in, you'd literally get blown away. What's worse, the river empties out into the ocean, where the current carries you out far enough so that you are forever lost to the sea, doomed to drown or be eaten
The number of lives the river has claimed- let it be stumbling foals, careless equines, or those who were pushed in- is endless.
And watch your step, for when you drink from the river, you never know what's behind you...