Surgio Takes Hold [Claim]

[Zanefera]

S U R G I O

t a k e w h a t y o u w a n t
d o n ' t t h i n k t w i c e
l i v e y o u r o w n w a y
o r y o u d o n ' t d e s e r v e l i f e

Obsidians crunched against the dry earth, and the limbs that carried them, thrust upward, bringing the beast into the midsection of the territory. Dark orbs flickered about the land, as they took in the entirety of it. Obsidians were thrust back out, to crunch the earth once more, and drive the beast further into the territory and away from any retreat. Not that a retreat was to be attempted. Certainly not, when Surgio was so close to accomplishing one of his goals. His thick cranium was thrown up, as his nares flared, inhaling the nasty, putrid scent of the land, along with the oxygen that carried it. Sighing, a slight smirk placing itself on his velvets, Surgio exhaled, releasing a thick gust of carbon through the openings. Tresses bounced up and down with the movements of the spottled beast, as his orbs flickered from every object to the next, taking in the sights. This land seemed to please the peculiar fiend. And though he was not excited, or near any range of excitement, it was his destination in full black. All was mediocre until he stumbled upon the greatest fiend in this lifeless terrain. His orbs beheld the sight, with great curiosity. His heart hammered beneath the cages of his ribs, as if it were ready to burst. A lake, black as night, dark as anything could be, lay full out in this territory. One could tell, without prior knowledge, that this beautiful body of liquid, had never seen a moment of daylight, with the years it existed. And that was the line for Surgio. The moment he decided that his rustic bod would call this home, and no other place. And whether he got up a herd of 100 or simply 3, he would certainly be pleased, with Imbosnia as his land.

Thrusting his chorded neck up, his velvets parted, his vocal chords swelled, and his octave rang through the land. This would be his, no matter what tried to stand in his way. His spottled body clenched, as his front obsidians were thrust into the dry air. The harsh return to the earthen floor beneath him, caused his entire bodice to shake and tremble, both with excitement, and contentment. "Pray that the land of Imbosnia remain mine until my last breath. In full force do I claim this part of the earth as my own." The lyrics faded out, drifting into the air, as the beast stilled himself and hushed them. His velvets clamped shut, and his almond orbs hardened, as he twisted his chorded neck to the side. Obsidians followed suit, taking a sidestep, and landing with gentle thuds upon the dry earth. His back straightened, his heart seized it's heavy hammering, as he turned away from the lake. You could not simply claim a land believe that it was yours no matter what. He needed to find out all that he could, before he started a herd. Which area was the safest. Which area should be banned. What was the highest point, and what was the lowest point. This seemed as though it would be an easy job, Surgio realized, as his limbs carried him swiftly around the edge of his terrain. His orbs flickered, once more, from object to object, swiftly noting every dip and rise of the earth. Swiftly in-tuning him with his land, and what would soon be, hopefully, a formidable terrain with a formidable herd.

[*Roxie]

Claim Accepted!