Post by †Synyster Gates† on Jun 16, 2007 14:07:00 GMT -5
The black demon’s body was covered in silver spider web kisses, scars bold and frightening and beautiful. He hadn't gotten them just by luck. It was safe to say Synyster was the most heavily scarred male in the lands, he was practically coated, and with that came respect. Respect for someone that was this experienced, this fit for survival. Someone that knew bloody well how to fight. But in the same respect the webs that coated him made one thing obvious. He was beautiful, in a sinister sadistic sort of sense but he was still beautiful in his own twisted, deadly kind of way. The way he moved, the way his muscles rippled and bulged to carry his weight, even the way he held herself made it obvious he was a born fighter and someone no one wanted to mess with. Everything about him seemed to be perfect, even the scars seemed to be placed in an exact manor that defined his muscular body. He was huge, being of draft blood and all and because of this he was strong and heavy set. But then because of her Friesian blood he had a more slender body, though he still had the height of any Clydesdale or Percheron.
He moved with cat like grace towards the lands, a malevolent grin forever plastered on the demon’s obsidian maw, revealing fangs that would put a predator to shame. Yes, this would do just fine for lands though he didn’t know why he wanted to claim his own lands. He couldn’t leave so he might as well make a name for himself while he was stuck here and unable to leave for some time it seemed. Also he was feeling especially cruel so he would probably end up rounding up more then a few mares for himself and his little brother, maybe even one or two for the white vixen to play with. All this would happen with time, time he had to spare so for now he would claim lands and relax a bit before going to play with some mares and maybe even sire a few heirs.
A hoof struck the stone floor as he walked through the house and towards the lands he intended to claim, Vow walking along at his side, pretending to be unhappy and Lilith darting in and out of the shadows. Sometimes he wished Vow didn’t look up to him, he didn’t want to quench his kind heart like his father had quenched his. But the colt would figure it out some day, that to survive here you couldn’t just pretend, you had to mean it. You had to be cruel and wicked here to stay on top and not be over thrown by the slaves, like his father had been over thrown by the very mares he tortured. Synyster had learned that you need balance in a prison to keep things under control though with 2 guards and a king they would be fine for a while… Well technically 1 guard because he didn’t want Vow to stay by himself with the slaves for fear of him simply smiling and letting the out… Yes he had seem the colt give the slave of his father extra food and talk to them but he had never said anything, even told other guards he would watch the slaves while Vow fed them so the colt wouldn’t get caught. At time Syn wished he could be that care free again but times were hard and he had to be cruel to survive in this world. Look at the equines who were kind, they were slaves now…
He sighed and Vow looked up at him through large brown eyes, Syn could help but chuckle and look away from the young colt. He would almost be a year in a few weeks and this was how he got to celebrate, with a cruel slave master and a twisted, maybe insane wolf… How fun was that, but Vow seemed to enjoy their company so Syn said nothing and continued to walk, making Vow take 3 steps for each of Syn’s long legged strides. The only sound around them were their hoof beats as the moved towards the lands Syn had already scoped out, it would be interesting from now on and there would never be a dull moment. Lilith was going to watch Vow and the prisoners one they got some and Syn was already feeling bad for her, that was a hard task, a odd colt and a bunch of defiant slaves… Joy…
He stopped suddenly, Vow bumping into his haunches with a grunt and Lilith padding out to stand beside him, head tilted curiously as if to ask if they were there before looking up at him before shrugging and lopping off to scope out their new home. ”This?” Vow asked as if disgusted. True it wasn’t much to look at but to Syn it was perfect, exactly how he liked and exactly what he had wanted. It seemed the only way into this place was the way they had come. The whole south side of the run down city was now theirs, fenced in by a tall, crumbling yet sturdy stone wall. There was some grass here and there and there was even a place for a prison in one of the larger buildings. This was probably once the inner city of here for if there was a fight long ago and the outer city was over run, everyone would come here to hide. It was perfect.
Vow trotted off after Lilith a moment later, his small hooves sloping on the stone ground as Syn turned to face the way they had come. Two huge gates stood open before him trimmed with rusting brass and with large lion rungs in the middle of each. Perfect, absolutely perfect and he would name this place after him because of these gates. Synyster Gates was a perfect name for this place, especially now, at night when the shadows were long and everything seemed quiet. He snickered at this and almost laughed before following Vow toward one of the buildings, hooves making no sound as he lowered his head, shoulder rolling and eyes glittering.
Terra
Name: Synyster Gates
Description: The whole south side of the run down city is now clamed by Syn, fenced in by a tall, crumbling yet sturdy stone wall. There was some grass here and there and there was even a place for a prison in one of the larger buildings. This was probably once the inner city of here for if there was a fight long ago and the outer city was over run, everyone would come here to hide. Two huge gates stand at the only entrance and exit, trimmed with rusting brass and with large lion rungs in the middle of each. It was because of these gates that Syn named this place after himself. Lilith can almost always be found guarding these gates and Syn and Vow close them every night to block off the exits to the slaves. In the morning they are opened again but Lilith lays in the dead center so there is basically no escape from this prison.
He moved with cat like grace towards the lands, a malevolent grin forever plastered on the demon’s obsidian maw, revealing fangs that would put a predator to shame. Yes, this would do just fine for lands though he didn’t know why he wanted to claim his own lands. He couldn’t leave so he might as well make a name for himself while he was stuck here and unable to leave for some time it seemed. Also he was feeling especially cruel so he would probably end up rounding up more then a few mares for himself and his little brother, maybe even one or two for the white vixen to play with. All this would happen with time, time he had to spare so for now he would claim lands and relax a bit before going to play with some mares and maybe even sire a few heirs.
A hoof struck the stone floor as he walked through the house and towards the lands he intended to claim, Vow walking along at his side, pretending to be unhappy and Lilith darting in and out of the shadows. Sometimes he wished Vow didn’t look up to him, he didn’t want to quench his kind heart like his father had quenched his. But the colt would figure it out some day, that to survive here you couldn’t just pretend, you had to mean it. You had to be cruel and wicked here to stay on top and not be over thrown by the slaves, like his father had been over thrown by the very mares he tortured. Synyster had learned that you need balance in a prison to keep things under control though with 2 guards and a king they would be fine for a while… Well technically 1 guard because he didn’t want Vow to stay by himself with the slaves for fear of him simply smiling and letting the out… Yes he had seem the colt give the slave of his father extra food and talk to them but he had never said anything, even told other guards he would watch the slaves while Vow fed them so the colt wouldn’t get caught. At time Syn wished he could be that care free again but times were hard and he had to be cruel to survive in this world. Look at the equines who were kind, they were slaves now…
He sighed and Vow looked up at him through large brown eyes, Syn could help but chuckle and look away from the young colt. He would almost be a year in a few weeks and this was how he got to celebrate, with a cruel slave master and a twisted, maybe insane wolf… How fun was that, but Vow seemed to enjoy their company so Syn said nothing and continued to walk, making Vow take 3 steps for each of Syn’s long legged strides. The only sound around them were their hoof beats as the moved towards the lands Syn had already scoped out, it would be interesting from now on and there would never be a dull moment. Lilith was going to watch Vow and the prisoners one they got some and Syn was already feeling bad for her, that was a hard task, a odd colt and a bunch of defiant slaves… Joy…
He stopped suddenly, Vow bumping into his haunches with a grunt and Lilith padding out to stand beside him, head tilted curiously as if to ask if they were there before looking up at him before shrugging and lopping off to scope out their new home. ”This?” Vow asked as if disgusted. True it wasn’t much to look at but to Syn it was perfect, exactly how he liked and exactly what he had wanted. It seemed the only way into this place was the way they had come. The whole south side of the run down city was now theirs, fenced in by a tall, crumbling yet sturdy stone wall. There was some grass here and there and there was even a place for a prison in one of the larger buildings. This was probably once the inner city of here for if there was a fight long ago and the outer city was over run, everyone would come here to hide. It was perfect.
Vow trotted off after Lilith a moment later, his small hooves sloping on the stone ground as Syn turned to face the way they had come. Two huge gates stood open before him trimmed with rusting brass and with large lion rungs in the middle of each. Perfect, absolutely perfect and he would name this place after him because of these gates. Synyster Gates was a perfect name for this place, especially now, at night when the shadows were long and everything seemed quiet. He snickered at this and almost laughed before following Vow toward one of the buildings, hooves making no sound as he lowered his head, shoulder rolling and eyes glittering.
Terra
Name: Synyster Gates
Description: The whole south side of the run down city is now clamed by Syn, fenced in by a tall, crumbling yet sturdy stone wall. There was some grass here and there and there was even a place for a prison in one of the larger buildings. This was probably once the inner city of here for if there was a fight long ago and the outer city was over run, everyone would come here to hide. Two huge gates stand at the only entrance and exit, trimmed with rusting brass and with large lion rungs in the middle of each. It was because of these gates that Syn named this place after himself. Lilith can almost always be found guarding these gates and Syn and Vow close them every night to block off the exits to the slaves. In the morning they are opened again but Lilith lays in the dead center so there is basically no escape from this prison.
