BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

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These worries and devastations simple flowed around Battlecry. He was a solid rock that divides the torrent waters before they reunite to continue forth on their path. A silent, brooding shadow that haunts the backgrounds of realms and memories of beings. Silent and mysterious were befitting characteristics that many mortals descript Battlecry as. The heightened anatomy was graced with a licorice pelt that had the eerie ability to meld into darkened vicinities. There were no distinct markings that bore themselves ‘pon the flawless pelt, that ripple o’er steel toned muscle and twanging sinew. There was one feature that many did naught possess but enthralled and memorized those that come across he. The feature was engulfed in eternal darkness which truly marked him as living in a chaotic world. But let us get to the things that are at hand.

His position was set amongst the usual lair o’ flickering shadows. Enabling the ability to be heard and not to be seen. Today was a unique one for the hardened warrior as appendages slipped from the cave o’ dark to step into the blinding light o’ the golden goddess. Might I add that it would truly be a marvelous site to behold. The brilliant fingers o’ the enchanter converged ‘pon the raven portrait. He was now a gleaming beacon o’ dark and light, shattering the coat into a multi-lit specimen o’ diamonds set encased in coal. The gait o’ the walk was languid and confident, never faltering in four beat steps. The façade was stone cold neutral, giving one’s features to be more hawk-like and stately. Those endless pools which rape others o’ their souls roamed aimlessly over this particular swampy area. The setting of the land mattered little to us. Whether it was full of spectacular hills or lowland prairies, it would go noticed but expressions would naught delight within their sight. As the cold, bared knife vision continued its’ survey to paint 'pon a lone raven figure. Lithe raven limbs stilled the shiek, allowing full capacity of visual range. Battlecry silently watched the contessa's path. Her moving figure stilled as she greeted the stallion Vegas. Battlecry watched the grazing of the maw and for a single moment jealous raved through his blood. But he quelched it within a heartbeat for it could be his downfall. Shadowy depths delved from the angelica facade to Vegas's hurried exit. He silently mulled over Vegas's hasty exit as Moonlight continued her path to him? Battlecry was surprised as he did not think the ebony mare would note his darkened presence. But Moonlight certainly knew his position of old times.

Too long has it been for Battlecry to partake in anyone's presence let alone a conversation. The announcing of today brought forth a new wind which nipped at the heels of this raven hellion. It was a feasible push and shove that slide Battlecry into forward motion. Instead his meandering brought him t'wards the midnight enchanter. Again, motion was ceased a mere yards away, as soul barerers lain themselves upon Moonlight. The auro of Battlecry was the usual distant, cool state. He was naught here to intimidate but many flee from his darkened presence. Though he did allow an emotion cross his usual tactiturn feature. An emotion of joy.