06-17-2011, 11:51 AM
(if the date is bad just lemme know and I can change it)
It was just another day to him, patrolling the borders of the infamous Dahlia de Mai, full of villains, rapists, murderers and your normal bout of cheap thieves and prostitutes. Well if it was an inferni member describing the famed borders, today though it was much further away than the myths held about it. In some degree those myths still helped keep the borders safe, no one would dare trespass these borders with the stigma that came with them. And as much as the lumbering mountain wanted to keep it that way, he was about the only one left who could strike enough fear in an individual to ensure they would never think of breaking protocol ever again. Saluce sat mounted a top that massive horse that only added to his impressive height. Dressed as he always was in the armor that was quickly becoming the stuff of legend around those he met.
Today looked to be one of ease, he’d be able to retire early to his solitary house hold and finish off the day with a bottle of wine. But his nose struck a scent that made his blood boil. He was currently some distance inside of Dahlia, checking the trail leading out of his home, when he came across the unfamiliar scent. The mountain knew they didn’t belong, the border had been breached and maybe there hadn’t been enough fear spread about to keep their borders safe. A hand swiftly grabbed the weapon with the biblical inscription set into the steel, and his impressive frame became aloof and bristling with energy. The horse sensed the change in its rider and its steps became more pronounced, snorting in anger as well.
Oh the thrill, today would be a day he’d get to relapse and become the savage animal he always was.
It was just another day to him, patrolling the borders of the infamous Dahlia de Mai, full of villains, rapists, murderers and your normal bout of cheap thieves and prostitutes. Well if it was an inferni member describing the famed borders, today though it was much further away than the myths held about it. In some degree those myths still helped keep the borders safe, no one would dare trespass these borders with the stigma that came with them. And as much as the lumbering mountain wanted to keep it that way, he was about the only one left who could strike enough fear in an individual to ensure they would never think of breaking protocol ever again. Saluce sat mounted a top that massive horse that only added to his impressive height. Dressed as he always was in the armor that was quickly becoming the stuff of legend around those he met.
Today looked to be one of ease, he’d be able to retire early to his solitary house hold and finish off the day with a bottle of wine. But his nose struck a scent that made his blood boil. He was currently some distance inside of Dahlia, checking the trail leading out of his home, when he came across the unfamiliar scent. The mountain knew they didn’t belong, the border had been breached and maybe there hadn’t been enough fear spread about to keep their borders safe. A hand swiftly grabbed the weapon with the biblical inscription set into the steel, and his impressive frame became aloof and bristling with energy. The horse sensed the change in its rider and its steps became more pronounced, snorting in anger as well.
Oh the thrill, today would be a day he’d get to relapse and become the savage animal he always was.