Title: From [[exiled]] To Royalty
Description: {Claiming} Vladimir Dracula
Spirit Dancer - September 9, 2007 09:06 PM (GMT)

Shards of ice glitter like diamonds in the weak sun above, as they fly from underneath my black feathered hooves. This place, with it's bitter cold and unforgiving appearance reminds me faintly of home. With the mountains gleaming with the snow, it brings back the memories of when I ruled. When I was dethroned and exiled, and thenbecame the temporary escort to a Lady who was exiled like myself.
We were similar, Lady Grey and I. Though she liked to kill in discretion; unlike I, who loved to kill anything openly and in public. Some said I had a temper problem, which enduced my enraged bloodlusts. But they were oh-so wrong. It was a continuous cursed. Passed down from Father to Son; no female child of the Dracula line ever had the bloodlusts. Our bodies became more and more adapted to our bloody hungers, which could be easily seen if I even sneered.
My ivories were sharper than most; my canine teeth much longer than average, forming lethal fangs. With my mixed breeding, of two different draft breeds, I was a looming figure of blood red in the distance at my height of 18 hands. My mane and tail was jet black, and thick - as was my coat, though it looked shaggy if one stared from afar. Black and white feathered stockings decorated my thick pillars, as my maw was charred and a white blaze ran down my huge diadem.
As my coal black occuli scan the terra, my audda flicker back and forth to listen for anything. Maybe a wandering creature, or a enraged Lord. I can hear squirrels scamper from tree to tree, but that's about it. With a smirk, a bellow roars from deep within my thickly muscled chest; ringing throughout the icy mountains.
sassaboo - September 9, 2007 10:28 PM (GMT)