Post by aracrix on Apr 29, 2012 2:52:06 GMT -6
The gallop of the horse could be heard from leagues away, but the fire of each step could be tracked by eye for far longer in the night. The molten rock on the road steamed like the hot breath leaving the steed. Harbinger nighed with a vicious rage, flames erupting along its mane. The rider seemed unhazed, his own stark white eyes a strong contrast to the monsterous red of his horse.
He reached the gate of the city, the Isafaroian guards standing watch. The rider dismounted, patting the horse along its neck. Harbinger puffed flames and turned to lightly trout away. In a flash of flame, the horse disappeared behind the man, his white hair and red cloak blowing in the wind.
To one of the guards credit, he was able to find speach in the presence of the new arrival, "Sir... state name and purpose of journey."
The white eyes showed a hint of annoyance, however the voice was gruff and calm in response. "I am Aracrix," the rider said, "I am The Battleborn and Son of War. I come to Isafaro by call of its Lords. My blade and wrath have been requested be unleashed."
The guard shallowed and looked to his companion, who merely shrugged. The guards stepped aside, leaving the path wide for Aracrix to step through. The Demi-god stood a good foot at least taller than the tallest man in the street, his size being of nightmares compared to them. The Battleborn continued to move till he reached the town center, light wind still blowing.
It was a large space, one with a statuous fountian in the middle. The peaceful presence however, was being crushed. The rider, Aracrix, had a presence that filled the area with a sense of danger and contained powered waiting to be unleashed.
He reached the gate of the city, the Isafaroian guards standing watch. The rider dismounted, patting the horse along its neck. Harbinger puffed flames and turned to lightly trout away. In a flash of flame, the horse disappeared behind the man, his white hair and red cloak blowing in the wind.
To one of the guards credit, he was able to find speach in the presence of the new arrival, "Sir... state name and purpose of journey."
The white eyes showed a hint of annoyance, however the voice was gruff and calm in response. "I am Aracrix," the rider said, "I am The Battleborn and Son of War. I come to Isafaro by call of its Lords. My blade and wrath have been requested be unleashed."
The guard shallowed and looked to his companion, who merely shrugged. The guards stepped aside, leaving the path wide for Aracrix to step through. The Demi-god stood a good foot at least taller than the tallest man in the street, his size being of nightmares compared to them. The Battleborn continued to move till he reached the town center, light wind still blowing.
It was a large space, one with a statuous fountian in the middle. The peaceful presence however, was being crushed. The rider, Aracrix, had a presence that filled the area with a sense of danger and contained powered waiting to be unleashed.
