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Post by Scarlette on Sept 11, 2011 17:26:48 GMT -5
Vladimir Dracula
The stallion sighed, his breath escaping from him in a harsh gust of air. The crunch of the icy ground was a comforting sound, one that you would associate with the word 'home', for that was what the snowy tundra was to the scarred beast. The snow, ice, and bitter cold were all the things that made up home for him. Things he never wished to be separated from. He always went out of his way to avoid the king - for what king would like the idea of a beast like him meandering about his lands? Certainly not a sane king, and most likely not an insane king, either. Vladimir knew what boundaries to push - and this was not one of them.
The snowy tundra had served as his home since his younger years, and even since birth. He knew the tundra very well, so well, in fact, it was easy to avoid detection by its very king. A very absent king, now that Vladimir was paying attention to the subtle clues left behind. Or lack of clues, in this case. The beast had not seen the tundra king in some time - it had been quite a while since the stallion had even come across a fresh trail of the other. This prompted Vladimir to search high and low for the king, his curiosity getting the better of him. His curiosity, however, was satiated with the fact the king was very absent. This satisfied the stallion, for he had had plans to challenge the king for the throne. Now, such plans were unnecessary. The king was absent, and the throne was conveniently empty. It was his for the taking, and he most certainly was going to. Who else was better fit to rule the tundra?
ooc: Claiming post for Vlad.  Also, is open.
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