08-10-2015, 10:03 PM
Nobody was ever alone when you were in the Chamber and that included it’s territories. He had started to wander off from the pine graveyard he usually haunted, finding the heartbeat of the kingdom disturbing beneath his hooves. It was also getting hotter and he was uncomfortable with the temperature. Coolness, dampness. It was what he preferred. So the Chamber ghost climbed high, finding the area much more to his liking. The somber clouds that hung low in the sky, the iciness when you reached the peaks. There were sparse trees here as well, familiar to the ones in the Chamber he usually wandered. It was also empty so he crashed here often when he could no longer stand the flickering flames of his kingdom. Today was no different. He was becoming more accustomed to wandering the precarious edges of the mountain, had already started to leave a game trail from walking the path so many times. After sheltering in a low alcove, he made his way out to sate his thirst from the creek. This was another little bonus, several little water ways ran through and the water was always cold to the touch thanks to the trickling of melting snow and the fact that the sun’s rays were bleak here. His mind is on his thirst but he spots something out of place. A shape, a gray lump curled on the ground out in the open. He slows his pace, considering for a moment. Who was this? Extending his muzzle he inhales deeply and a flash of recognition flickers in his red eyes. A mare. Slowly he makes his way towards her, trying to muffle the sound of his hooves on the rocky slopes. Once he hits the dirt he moves more efficiently and is soon standing directly before her, looking down on her sleeping form. A pretty little thing, exhausted by the look of it. Lifting his gaze, he looks around the land once more. It seems it’s just them. An idea takes hold of him then, knowing this was technically not a bachelor’s paradise. It was meant for herd life. Now wouldn’t he just be great at that? A little harem of his own, ladies under his control at all times that he could force to his will. He could use them to his advantage for the Chamber too and the offspring he could get out of them could also be of service to the Chamber. His own little army. The thought is quite pleasing. All he needs is one mare to start it off, to make this place his very own. It seems she’s been left here as a gift, knowing his need. Perhaps a gift from the Chamber itself, wanting to provide it’s loyal subject with the tools he needs. Or maybe Straia had done this. Either way, he wasn’t about to let the mare slip through his fingers. Lowering his muzzle, he leaves a soft caress along her back. She smells of lilacs and honeysuckle and all things good. How he hates that. A sharp nip is placed roughly on her shoulder following his soft touch. ”Wake up.” He growls, voice low and predatory. ”Looks like you got lost but you won’t be leaving anytime soon.” *********the big bad wolf |