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YOU'RE THE CLOSEST THING TO HELL I'VE SEEN SO FAR The monolith does not come to recruit - he has nothing to recruit for. It is simple curiosity that brings him here, to the one place that his well-worn hooves have not trodden. He knows not that he was conceived here, created alongside his sister through the collision of lustful sire and heinous dam, nor that this is the last bastion of Helovia before the wilderness outside - no, he comes here through pure chance, and a sense of cavalier adventure. His stride is a leggy trot, stretching aching muscles and sinews. He has battled countless times recently, and his body is a canvas of scars and bruises - sometimes he wakes up so stiff he can hardly move, and not in the way he likes. Every throb of pain is worth it, however, because each battle brings him closer to his ultimate goal of ruling. The beast is a warlord in the making, a titan armed with dragons and raw power, and even if he has to suffer the worst pain known to man to accomplish it, he will. After all, without pain, glory is worthless. There are countless smells here, and the vagabond's massive head swings side to side as he devours them all. His stride slows to a plodding, earth-shaking walk, crunching through the snow as he prowls without rhyme nor reason. It it just happens that he sees another stallion between the trees, trees that his dragons dart through like ominous shadows of glimmering red and gold; he is unsure what makes him move towards the stranger, but he does. "Hello." The rough rumble of his voice ripples through the air, and his titanic body moves to a halt. "Who are you?" The behemoth cannot know that this is where newcomers arrive to look for homes - he simply thinks it another land that he has not yet covered, that he has not yet marked as his own. |
@Cowboy
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
