Imperium Ruins

[VOODOO]

Lead Equine's Name:: Voodoo.

Territory Name:: Imperium Ruins.

Territory Description:: Rock walls ascend toward the heavens, they are hued a clay red and in all they are quite magnificent. There are flat pieces of this territory, though they are covered in boulders of all different sizes. Each boulder is in a sphere shape, these look as if they were placed here by Proeliator himself. Imperium falls from the Latin term meaning 'power to command', of course the land would be powerful as it must in order to care for it's species. On top of the highest canyon is where the Herd of Imperium falls to rest, here are 'ruins'. Rock formations have eroded, and manifested themselves into what look like ruins of a lost city. The ruins provide shelter and of course safety from others, because there is no fool that would dare tread to these peaks. Vegetation such as ferns, cacti, shrubs, and even trees such as firs or pines can be found over the land. There is a river that runs endlessly it seems through Imperium, even a small creek runs to the ruins. The current is strong and rapids have been seen along it's course, but one thing is for certain even the grand muscle mass of this species is tested by the waters. Summer and Spring bring storms, and at times sweltering heat. While in Winter and Fall the land becomes a wonderland, yet when ice and snow cover the rock walls it only takes one step to end a life.

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IC:

Saucer pan sized hooves left no hoof prints behind, instead they made a thud with each stride. The seventeen hand stallion strode into the territory as if he held no regards for any heiarchy, though the fellow had already scented the wind and nothing notified him. The early morning brought a thick fog through the territory, the stallion swaying along in stride through the many boulders that oddly were all spherical. A light smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, for this made this land all the more charming. The sunlight had barely entered the skies, a faint light beginning to lighten the world around him. Rust hued eyes continuously scanned the scenery, one noting each artifact in the land but also to make certain he was the only one around.

Voodoo was quite interested in gaining lands of his own, these seemed almost perfect to fit the bill. The Goliath began to ascend the mountain, following the river up until it shifted into the creek. Muscles churned, flexed and twisted underneath his liver - sorrel flesh. It propelled the powerhouse up the lands, as if this was nothing to fret over. Even though Voodoo is an emotionless creature this makes him an even better leader, his judgment was not fogged by feelings. His actions would never be impulsive, for his mind would be clear only for thought. Voodoo pressed on and finally the beast made it to the top, where the ruins were in full view. The formations only continued to persuade Voodoo into claiming such a land, just as he had arrived at the peak the sunlight arrived over the horizon.

As this fellow trotted around the ruins, the sunlight refracted off of the formations. It was quite a sight honestly, and so was the creature here. The rabicano flesh, and unusual ivory markings were striking against the darker coat, as the light continued to rise so did the thoughts and goals of this stallion. Voodoo's mind was spinning with thoughts and such, and with this came the push to claim this land. Of course the power hungry gene was alive in this equine but he did well at hiding it's ugly face. Voodoo's bodice rose with the sun, muscles bulging while his regal horns were thrown upward. What a sigh this truly would be to a creature down below. Hooves thrashed slicing through the atmosphere, and as the creature thudded back to the Earth he spoke. Hollow and frozen. "Imperium Ruin I claim as my own, anyone who dare speak, speak now."