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03-01-2014, 01:37 PM
CYRUS
In all chaos, there is calculation.
In all chaos, there is calculation.
It had been quite some time since the golden stallion had made his presence known in the lands of Helovia. He hadn't been here for the loss of the sun or the beginning of the wraith attacks, instead Cyrus had been wandering around just outside of the boarder. Knowing that going back would mean eventually running into his worthless sister, his twin who had a horn spiraling from her face like some kind of a ninny. It was a shame that she was ruined by such a major birth defect, otherwise she would have been something amazing and maybe he would have been able to stomach being around her for more than a few seconds at a time without thinking about breaking that horn off of her head and using it as a weapon against her.
A shudder passed over his well muscled frame as his daggers first hit the soil of the one and only Helovia. Being home was bittersweet, there was so much he had missed in the last year or so but there was also so much he had learned about himself and his train of thought. Equine's truly were the superior species and now he was back to show the world that he meant business. Lashing his long flaxen tail harshly against his pelt that was kissed by the sun itself, the tall stallion shouldered through the now frozen and dead vines and ferns that grew abundantly in the Threshold. This wasn't his first time in these lands, but it was in fact his first time in the Threshold waiting to see what the population of Helovia had to offer him this time around.
"Who is out there?" He spoke into the empty ice land, postitive that someone had been watching him since his entrance back into the lands. If Helovia was anything like it used to be, the recruiters for the different herds wouldn't wait long before pouncing on what they believed to be "fresh meat". But they would soon find out that his bloodlines traced all the way back to Islme where his dearest mother and father were from before they had settled into Helovia and dropped he and the creature. They would soon realize that the peasant who stood before them was anything but a peasant, he was a being to be feared. A being that deserved a crown placed on his regal skull, and his minions begging for orders to fall from his smoky kissers.
They would see.
Things were slowly falling into place for his take over.
"Speech"
Tagged;; @[Tyradon] && Open
Words;; Four Hundred and Twenty Sevn
OOC;; My goal is for him to join the Regime, but a herd could possibly sway his options. And I apologize for the shortness and his insanity, first time ever playing him and I promise it will get better.
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please tag cyrusIn all Chaos
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