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- Snake Eyes -

 He's the Devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes

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Rays of moonlight beamed down. The illumination was quite good given the fullness of the bloated moon. A stillness hung upon the atmosphere as the night bore on. Crickets chirped their nightly woes while, in the distance, toads could be heard croaking in the water banks. An owl chimed in every once in a while but one could hear the bats clicking and flapping as they went after their dinner more frequently.



Gentle footfalls slid through the blades of grass. A soft thud could be heard with every step, sometimes causing a nearby cricket to fall silent from the assault. A raven-hued figure sauntered across the earth. The stag had been wandering for quite some time now. It was a mission at the moment to find himself a place to finally call his own. With his travels, he had burned many a bridge, betrayed multiple others, and abandoned some as well.



He had set his sights upon a land whispered. One of his previous fellows had mentioned unpatrolled lands a few days trip. Azure pools scanned the nearby landscape. No interruptions. He flicked his towers idly, listening for anything outside of the sounds of small nature. When nothing came, the brute merely smirked silently amidst himself and kept his trek going forth. He had always wanted to find himself some stake to be his and his alone. Where he was king, he would rule, and nobody could question him. Call him a bit of a dominant bastard, he appreciated knowing that.



Slowly, he waltzed closer to his destination. In the distance, he saw the tree line. His muscles rippled like water as he traipsed through the foliage. Carefully placed daggers dug into the earth's top layer, leaving a steady imprint of where he had been. When he finally felt he was within a half-day distance, the sun was kissing the tops of the mountain ranges in the east. Cerulean pools studied the area and he altered his course to remain on track. Birds were now full of their morning chatter, dew drops clinging to the greenery that was freshly sprouting. It seemed winter had fed the lands as it should to produce such growth.



Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the mist was like soup, thick enough that if you weren't careful, you might choke. Snake snorted and flung his crown, proudly arching his boa, he picked up a regal trot as he took in the scent. Finding no signs of a current (or former) owner, the brute called out and staked his claim. The mist would provide a great cover for himself and the horses who would follow him.

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notes;; Claim post, if he may :)