Post by .::::Aphrodite::::. on Aug 24, 2009 20:05:04 GMT -5
Black in color, and large in size, this stallion was a force to be reckoned with. Toxic was the game, power was the game. Hooves of black thundered as black pillars of steel carried him across the land. Mane whipped with the wind as the black, silky banner flowed behind his back towers. Thorns of black swivled left and right, catching every little sound. Orbs of chocolate looked straight ahead as he reached his desitination. He was here to be king of this land, to rule over all others and even make a few his loyal servants. A queen would come later in the picture, it usually did. The stag skidded to a nice stop and reared high above the land, black daggers slicing the air like knives. A distinct bellow of power filled the air as he made his arrival clear. I, Toxic, claim this kingdom of mine! I am the king of it! Anyone who protests my power shall fall before me! he announced and was off to patrol.