::Claimage::

[x.Fresco.x]

From the shadows of the lingering foliage appeared a single silhoette, Grulla obsidian against the darkness of the encasing. Visionaries of Multi grey stained hue were the only bit of the knight that seemed to pierce through the darkness, cutting through the shadows like pistons slice flesh. The world that seemed to wrap itself around the form of the beast had grown quiet, and for now all you heard was the calm, and utter breathing of the virile, and the pounding of the heart beneath his powerful crest. Only those who dared to go near him, and see in the dark, could see him for what he truly was. He was a stallion, the aura of his prescense and his essence had given that much away, but only on nearity could you see him proportion wise. He was a tall beast of hell, Though his frame standing north of fifteen hands, his silhoette itself was muscular and dominant, rippling beneath his mellanoid coat allowing all to see the strength of him. Serpentine was arched in a dignified manner, keeping his skull high in dominance as usual for himself. Twin pennacles, that had once been listening to the sounds of the dying wilderness now were laced tightly against his skull from the silence, not with anger but pleasure. For the land had overcome with a feeling that merely gave him more strength with every sensation....fear. The fear in the realm seemed to get his blood going, adrenalin rushing beneath the pelt of black he wore strapped on his figure. His name was that of Fresco, he was a haunting being, lurking in the shadows with such stealth to the point you can't even sense him, and when and if you do you are overcome by a fear that you never knew you had. Ah, was it not a sweet life? A rumble echoed from the larynx of the beast and uproared in like a scream from parted embrums. This land was to be his, simple as that, and he would kill whoever attempted to overcome his ruling. He bowed to no one it was so simple he was amazed how equines of past still figured they could rule him. No one was no one, soon enough all would figure that out. His expressionless orbs of maroon gazed over the realm he had claimed, now what was to happen, was a rival to come and pick a fight? Or would he be left alone and be able to wander and chain wretches to this land and him? Would it be fear or blood that spilled today?

No need to worry he isnt a spirit, just liked the way it sounded. lol.