Land Of My Blood

[.Dragon.]

A chill wind blew through the land and sent ripples through the tall grasses. The scent of charcoal from the fires of the previous year still lingered here and she scented it as she drew near, drawn to this place by the wind. She had never thought to come here, to her brother's land. So this is the Rainbow River.. she said to herself, her silver melody slipping sweetly through silvery lips. I can't believe I'm seeing Renegade's land at last.

The scent of death hung on the air and she snorted, tossing her head. Something had died here not so long ago. The silver mare with the white mane and tail moved quickly from the spot, not noticing where she went as long as it was away. Her travels eventually took her to the riverbank and she smiled, drinking deeply from the water.

After some time of looking around the land, she let out a delecate call. Renegade! Where are you my brother! followed by an equine's vocalization. She would see her brother again at last. Hoofbeats reached her thorns. But were they the hooves of her brother?

[nochoice]

Lobes flickered slightly, catching the melodic tunes of a femmora. Azure orbs flicked over the land, not catching any glimps of another equine. Crania was raised to the welkin, mug opening, bellow released in return, lobes pricking quick enough to catch the words upon the wind. 'Renegade'? The bronc didn't recognise the name, yet mabye t'was the calling of the one whom had ruled these lands before him... the one who had been called to his grave.
Stilts carried the cremello bronc towards the source of the call, banner thrashing slightly between his hocks, nearly reaching to his ankles, yet not quite. Dreads rested upon his nape, bouncing slightly with his steady duo-gait. A second bellow was released, calling out to the essa. Orbs scanned the land, finally catching sight of a flash of ashen, among the timbers. Deep nicker emitted, lobes pricking forewords. The drake beated quickly onwards, soon carried opposite to the essa.
Renegade? Lymns emmited, brows raised slightly. I'm afraid I've never met him in the few months which I have ruled these lands. I'm Spartan.

[.Dragon.]

Turning at the sound of the stallion's vocals, Ahra looked him in the eye confidently as she spoke. But my brother rules here. she said, He has for many seasons. I don't believe he would abandon his home without telling his family. Her dark orbs were calm yet firey as she spoke with a passion, wondering who this strange newcomer was. I amy be a mare, but I am not stupid. Where is my brother?

[nochoice]

[bleh, I'm afraid I have no muse for him at the moment, sorry]