Bucephalus entered the Crossroads at a steady, easygoing pace, happy no to smell the scents of any other stallions staining its natural beauty in his crystalline blue eyes. He cantered into the center of the territory very slowly and dramatically, letting his eyes soak up all of teh plants and animals and his surroundings, memorizing them for future reference if it was needed. He liked what he saw so far, and definitely wanted these lands for his own there would be much to do after he was done here. He needed mares to jon him here to bear him numerous foals that would take their places in these lands and choose their own paths. His goal was to be a powerful ruler for the rest of his life, and nothig was going to stand in the way of his driving ambition. He reared up and pawed at the sky as he screamed his claim to the world.

In the name of my father, my mother, and my god, the mighty Basilisk, I Bucephalus hereby claim the Crossroads as my own to rule for the rest of my days.

The words echoed far and wide across the terrain, and possibly into those lands that lay close to its borders. the white brute pawed at the ground and waited a few short moments before he would leave to claim himself the beginnings of his own herd.

This post has been edited by supergirl00876 on Jun 20 2009, 05:43 PM