Nefarious Appears And Claims

[Nefarious]

A shadow was cast across the lands as a Shadow swiftly flew around. A shrill neigh was sounded and it carried far upon the breeze. The form of the shadow was beginning to become smaller as the maker of it started to descend toward the misty plains. The form glided to a stand still and folded it's mighty raven wings perfectly.

He looked around himself pleased with the scouting and that nobody else was around. He feared others yet he wanted revenge. He did not know how that was supposed to unfurl. His perfectly shaped body strode forward almost as if her were floating through the air. His attractive face and build caught what little was left of the sunshine in the mist. He look almost like a ghost except for the strange markings crested upon his frame.

A series of lines like a full body tattoo shimmered and moved form and colour. It was now a deep bronze upon his ivory coat. He was proud and he strutted around looking at the new place that he had found on his travels back for revenge. He curled back his upper lip to reveal a set of sharp teeth and to let the smell into his glands to search for others. He was happy that he did not smell anything but some lunch for later.

He strode fluidly across the lands to the waterfall. It was a magnificent site to see with him in perfect contrast with the mist and the falls. He looked just like the man of the dreams. He was not though for he was sometimes a monster when he was hungry and once filled would be happy for another two weeks.

His name was Nefarious. He was given that name for the very reason for his return. It was meant to mean fury and no mercy for the wicked and weak. He did not have a mate and he did not care for that since his mind was under a huge plate of armor. He even doubted that there were any others of his kind left since the others, the Phalley had killed his whole family herd and thus he was on a great adventure of his own.

His immortal beauty reveled in the misty scene by the waterfall and he slowly and smoothly unfurled his powerful raven wings and glided down to the edge where he would get a drink. He landed with no sound at all and bent his ever handsome skull down to have a small little lap. After he walked fluidly over to a tree line and took a seat by an old mangled looking tree. He sat there and then slowly started to drift off. He was fully aware of his surroundings but was resting up for a new life and to exact his pent revenge on the Phalley whom he had not seen for a long while and would not really recognize them now.He decided then and there that this would be his lands and he would fight for it with his life. He needed a place to call his home and be safe in. He slumbered slightly and let out a triumphant bellow claiming his new land and home to be shortly.

[ogrins]

Ludhovick paused from his chopping. The axe held fast in midair, waiting for its master to reign it down with all power and slice the remaining wood into another half. But the master never did. Ludhovick cast a look over his shoulder, his brown eyes crawling through the movements of the grass, the leaves, the tree and everythign around him. He watched for color, he listened for sound, he smelled for horse.

Not but two seconds ago, a sharp cry, a claiming cry called out and pirced his ears. He knew that cry quite well, and presently placed his axe down upon the ground. He had not heard that cry for ages. It was one that made him want to yell for joy. The call of wild horses.

Ludhovick removed his gloves and glasses, still peering into the thick undergrowth of the forest surrounding the little clearing in which he now stood. Placing them on the ground, he slowly made his way to the bushes and squated, looking through the dark, damp leaves.

Crawling through the damp, broad leaves of the jungle-like terra was quite easy for a man of his stature. Most would not think so, but he was used to it, and saw himself quite fit campared to other man on the island. One needed to be fit to train horses, for the blimed things could be stubborn and unworkable at times. Ludhovick heard the gentle sounds of a cascading waterfall nearby, and crawled off that way. eing careful to hide under the think foilage, he peered out at a small clearing in which a waterfall fell inot a small pond which trickled to a river away off to the east. But the beauty of the scene did not interest this man. The proud horse standing in the center did.

The horse's base was a white pure color, and his markings covered his body quite fully. They were beautiful to look at, sweeping curls throughout the stallions coat. The the pritty boy was a hallaway, and somewhat taller than most of his kind. a handsome stallion stood in front of him. a handsome stallion indeed. but now what? capture the stallion and breed him off? or save him for the wild, allowing the island to re-populate its wilder teritories? Ludhovick sighed, standing up straight and tall. He himself was q big man, and so he awaited the horses reaction to his presence.

Perhaps that would assist his undecided feelings for the capture of freedom of this animal.



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[Nefarious]

After a while Nefarious could smell something alien. His bulk shifted and he smelled around the area. His nostrils flaring to reveal the pink inside. His form then thrust himself up from his comfortable position and his tail whipped back and fourth rashly. He did not like to smell something foreign in his lands. He held his crown high and tensed his ravens wings to dive at the intruder if he did not like them. His markings shifted into a new shape and turned their color to a solid black. He then walked forward a bit to the waters edge and took a quick sip. As he was drinking or pretending to drink he looked about himself and then his restless orbs fell upon a two legged creature. He then whipped around yet gracefully as if he were just floating above ground and stared at the intruder. He bared his sharp set of fangs and narrowed his orbs to little slits. His wings then were thrust outward so to make himself look big and he started to let out a few short feral growls. He had never seen a human in his immortal life and he was partially interested as well as annoyed at the little being. Nefarious stood stock still and waited to see what the creature would do on his lands.

[ogrins]

The horse imediately whipped around to stare at Ludhovick. In that short amount of time, man and horse were linked with each other. If only for a brief second. Locked in each others forms, sifting through their thoughts. And then the horse broke of contact, walking over the that waters edge as if the human was not there at all. It was a test. Horses are clever beings, and their wits are very much used in the horses here, on the island. The magic flowed through every horse and gave them a certain unikeness that no scientific mutations could match. And it all started here, with the Hallaways.

But whether to catch this fine beast, or not? He seemed quite content out here on his own, and as soon as he met a femme that he attached to, there would soon be wonderful half-hallaways roaming around. And they would be worth something. What a fine staillion this horse made.

Ludhovick smiled, holding out his hand both slowly and firmly. He wanted to see how familiar the horse might be with a human. His low voice called out smoothly and calmly.

"Hey there mighty child. How are you?"

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[Nefarious]

Nefarious turned his head toward the mans voice. His bright orbs watched him mechanically judging what to do next. Of course a human was easy to get away from if he was threatened. He balked a bit and backed a few steps but then he stood his ground. His chest was puffed out and proud and his wings feathers were puffed out in a proud stance. His markings were between shifting and changing color. He was starting to get curious. Sure he had never met a human before but it would be interesting to see what they would do. He paused and locked his glossy orbs on the man. His orbs told of his sad story and his revenge to anyone who actually cared to look deep enough into them. Nefarious waited, proud stanced but mildly relaxed. He did not see any sort of weapon upon the being so he found them no threat. If the being however did move too suddenly or made a move to grab a weapon his mighty set of fangs would shred him in a moments notice. Nefarious had found a small place for peace but was prepared to defend his newly claimed lands with his immortal life if he had to since he could easily heal quickly and it usually left not marks that would indicate that he was injured at some point.