making a MARK. [claiming!]

[bee]

The tall, ivory stag's long, sturdy legs weren't really tired from the voyage over to Zerkzie's territory. It wasn't long from the claiming grounds to Mitica Terra, so the stallion had hardly broken a sweat when he arrived. The long, vast, stretch of inhabited, unclaimed territory wasn't exactly what you would call welcoming, but it was perfect, in his eyes. It was nothing different than the rest of New York - covered in rubble, dusty, dirty, unlike it had been many years ago when the humans had lived and walked on these stones and ashphalt. But something was a little different about it. And it was not the appearance, nor the smell, nor the atmosphere. It was the fact that it would soon be Capello's. This thought got his heart racing once more, and he danced happily over the terrain.

His ears swivelled, listening for the arrival of Mayuma, the mare he had met in the claiming grounds. She had fulfilled his dream of being leader of a terra, and she was to follow him here. He prepared himself, breathing a large, deep breath of damp air into his lungs through his greyed maw. His rose up onto his strong hind legs, pulling his front legs off the ground into the rearing position. Batting his front legs through the air, he laid his claim on this empty terrain. Soon, if Zerkzies would allow him, he could call this place "home". His could call this place his own. He whinnied loudly, the sound piercing the silence, and spoke. His call sounded loudly, for each and every creature to hear in this region and around.

"I claim this terra as my own!"

Dropping back onto all-fours, a expression of triumph was framed in his soft, muddy brown eyes. His long, twisted unicorn horn cut through the still air as he walked slowly. He anticipated Mayuma and Zerkzies arrival soon, the time moving slowly.

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[moonlight]

to lazy, accepted