and our time has come (( claim!

[AESON ,,]

Long, powerful strides carried ashen frame easily across the terrain. Emerald grasses nipped tenderly at his limbs, luminous flowers waving as his momentum awaken them into swinging movement. Neck was arched, muzzle brushing rolling chest as ashen tresses whipped wildly about noble profile. He stepped with the grace of a dancer, the determination of a dictator, the power of a Viking, and the gentleness of an angel. There was no hesitance in his loping gait that covered the ground in graceful leaps and melodic bounds. There was a confidence around him that could take on the world and its problems ten-fold. With the way he moved and the constant flicker of light in shimmering almond voids, there was an air of pride, with a want to succeed with ambition never faltering. It was a mixture of the strongest emotions, but each was held together with another, emotions staying controlled and contained. Prideful, eager to succeed and unwilling to give in under any circumstances; he was willing to fight for his pride. A sense of quaint nobility, an ego far unmatched and rarely bruised- a characteristic knight, fighting for honor, pride, and glory, yet- he also held chivalry, unwilling to endanger others for his own gain. He'd protect and serve those he cared for, loyalty and trustworthiness unmatched by any others.

He had at least guessed that some equine were to take advantage of the succulent fields, but so far it had been eerily silent. Aeson was social in some aspects, he enjoyed company at times. Though- it had to be desirable company. He enjoyed peace, but was willing to fight for pride or protection. One who couldn't stand bloody fights; he usually used his wisdom and guile to get him out of sticky situations. He wouldn't stand for harming another, especially if they were weaker. Though he was not one to get into fights on his own terms and wants, he was perfectly willing to fight for someone else or his pride, whether it is for their protection or freedom. He liked to believe that others were fair and good, but he found it hard to trust easily; though he tried hard to appear friendly even if his arrogance made that difficult. Even if he did appear friendly, he was always analyzing, just to make sure if his friends suddenly became his enemies he wouldn't be left looking like a fool. So- he was wise and cunning though it was a hidden talent that most overlooked. He was interesting if you took the time to look at him, like a picture with another deeply hidden within it. He was complex, and most didn't take the time to see the other side of him. He could be kind, but egotistical; compassionate, but arrogant. He was a complex being, with fears and worries even if he never showed them to a public eye due to his pride- a pride never broken.

Nacres flared, muscles tensing as frame skidded to a halt, the thunder of roaring hooves easing into silence. Neck twisted, crown tossing in the wind and charcoal tresses whipped in the oncoming breeze. Muscles twisted in anticipation beneath his frame, urging on a challenger to come upon these lands if any was present. For, he was ready to lead and no one would stand in his way. He would easily rip down any challenger or crumble a already existing king if he so wished. Single limb lifted; hoof diving again and again into the soft soil, ripping into it as shockwaves of muscle rippled his entire frame. Deep almond gaze lifted, studying with clear resolution the nature of his possible kingdom. The emerald expanse was great, long, lush breezes causing the long stalks to weave and whisper softly to themselves. Boulders, and shattered stone littered the terrain, evidence of the mountains extending along the south side. They rose up high, touching the cerulean sky gently, clouds wrapping around their powerful tips. Scattered throughout the terrain, dips in the ground were filled with water, purified by minerals from the mountains fallen pieces. Along the north, in the distance the ground slopes onto a beach, the ocean lapped at the surface. Confined, secure with the mountains to their south and the ocean to their north, a herd would thrive with few dangers. One of the few dangers being harsh weather, but only the strong and willful would survive in a herd under his reign.

A proud smile came across his lips. This would be his home for now on; his paradise- his kingdom to cherish. Soon he would find others to share it with. The dappled ashen stallion tossed his head, tensing his muscles and looking toward the sky. Giving the area one last powerful gaze, he lifted his deep baritone voice for all to hear. "I, Aeson, now claim this area in the name of Tasnim. Any who dare challenge my leadership step forward and face me!" His words echoed against the mountain ridge, and scarred hide shivered in the feeling. He was ready and willing to defend his home- now that it was under his reign. This was his kingdom, and he was its king. It was his job to protect it, and he would do so with his blood, strength, tears, and sweat. This land would stay under his rule, his children's rule, and his children’s' children's rule for as long as this world was to be. No one would ever take it. His reign would never fall, and it would be powerful. All who lived here would be healthy, happy, and strong. These lands would grow, new life trickling into the now desolate terrain. Soon- it would be alive with activity, and he would be the proud, unflinching protector of all who agreed to step into Tasnim and seek a home. Nacres widened as the new scent of his homeland entered into his body, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Crown tossed with a powerful snort and muscles entered his frame into a rolling gait as he moved on to make sure no true dangers existed within his realm.

name,, Tasnim
description,,
A soft, vast, emerald field that is succulent and healthy. Boulders and stones line the ground, many being climbable, that have fallen from the mountain. Small indentures in the ground have collected water and minerals have purified it to a glistening purity. Flowers are everywhere, growing amongst the rocks in a beautiful border. The sun hits down evenly, but the mountain keeps it from bearing down among its inhabitants. To the south, the mountain rises to wrap gently around the meadow and provides a protective barrier. To the north, the land slops down into a beautiful beach that eventually opens up to the ocean. It is a true protected paradise. While dangers are few, the weather is the most dangerous being here. Winters can be severely harsh, with powerful blizzards. The air is pure and clear, and a soft melodic feeling possesses all that live here. There is a sense of quaint happiness and inexhaustible bliss.
lead stallion,, Aeson