The Beginning of the End [claiming post]

NAME - Shere Khan

EXAMPLE THREAD -

These lands were an expanse of lush, green jungle. On any other occasion, the calls of birds were countless, animals of a sorts residing within the greenery. But it was a still and dreary day, today. The sky was overcast with forlorn, grey clouds, and the air buzzed lightly with the slightest breeze. The silence of the terrain was broken only by the quiet, hushed whispers of the rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was foreboding, as if something was coming. A storm, perhaps, as all of the animals of this jungle sought solace and shelter within the confines of the trees and brush. There were no birds calling, no padding of the paws of jungle cats...there was no movement today, seeking as well cover from the biting cold that accompanied the winter.

There was, however, one single creature roaming, and he was no slight beast. He was a silver, smoky ash in color, a grulla coat that contrasted sharply with his aqua eyes. He was built as a tank, his muscles rippling fluidly beneath his hide. And yet he moved with grace, his steps rhythmic and his movements without jerking or stagger. He moved with a sure confidence, fearing nothing but feared by many, for there was an air about this brute...this Shere Khan, that stepped boldly onto these lands. It was not the insane darkness, the malicious loudness of many dark souls that stepped onto these lands. There was no snarling, no gnashing of teeth, no murdering of small creatures in his path. He was silent, eerily so. His lips formed a relaxed line, his features frighteningly calm. Yet, his menace was tangible, and he needed no trumpeting of his power. He needed not a demonstration of his strength, his power; it clung to him like a cloak, following him where he walked. The scars of his body told of his nature, strong and sturdy, unafraid to strike and kill. His quiet nature was only more frightening, more chilling than the loud trumpets of monsters. He was a ghoul, a foul beast with intentions that he kept secret, only his vicious intentions floating about him as a ghost that haunted his existence. You knew not what he was thinking, what he planned, but you know that it was terrible. There was death in store for these lands, and there was horror to be beheld. He was sleek as a shadow, slipping along his path with only the barest of sound. He looked about these lands quietly, taking in his surroundings as he treated forward. He could smell the scent of horses long past, the copper scent of blood mingling with musky fear, aged and faint but still clinging to the jungle. These were envious lands, and had been for so long.

He came into a clearing, finding himself atop a towering hill. He slowed to a stop, a snort coming forth as he swept his stare in a panoramic motion, taking in his surroundings. A thick fog clung to the deep emerald at the bottom of the hill, eerie in its silence...he could almost hear the whispers, the malicious and quiet laughter of residents long past. His facade was serious, no smile or smirk on his lips for the moment. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, letting all of the stale scents revive the memories they held within his imagination. He exhaled once more, his eyes lingering shut as his massive crown dipped low to the ground. He inhaled once more, taking in the earthy scent. Even the dirt beneath him smelled of sweat, tears, and terrible things in the past...he would add to the memories of this land, he concluded as his lips finally curled upwards into a chilling smile. His eyes were slowly unveiled as his lids opened, a quiet sigh emitted from his nares.

His chest vibrated with a deep, rumbling chuckle. "So let's begin," he spoke quietly, a growl in the undertones of his voice that yet retained a smooth as silk sound, his accent lilting in an almost English way. And finally, the grulla beast all at once rose to his hind legs. He let out a terrible roar, one that echoed for miles. It scattered birds from their shelters, small animals scampering with a terrified start from their dens. Let the lands know that Shere Khan has arrived, and he will turn this world upside down. It is only a matter of time.

LAND NAME - Shere Khan's Jungle
LAND DESCRIPTION -

The lands consist of a thick, lush jungle with trails carved throughout. There are openings, and a waterfall leading into a crystalline lake in the center. However, even on the brightest days, the thick canopy prevents much of the sunlight from reaching the ground, and despite what most would consider to be a paradise-like land, it is anything but. While the food is bountiful, and the water clear, there is a constant chill that clings to this jungle. A cloudy fog winds throughout the brush and trees, humid and cold as it winds about your body. It looms, threatens, as shadows too dark surround your path. While most jungles are alight with life, this one is silent. There are animals abound, to be sure, but they rarely emit a sound. Oh, the birds do call in the spring and the summer, but something is off...there is always fear here, always caution, always dread, even among the non-equine inhabitants. The sounds that to come forth are never, always nervous snorts, defensive growls, the sudden scampering of feet be it deer, wolves, or lions. The trees whisper as an ever present breeze moves the branches and the leaves against each other. There is the stale scent of panic, death, and blood that clings to the bark. the waters, and the ground beneath you. Always, there is the indescribable feeling of being watched, stalked...hunted. It is incredibly easy to get lost, here, so tread carefully. Be alert, and of sound mind. You never know what lurks beside or behind you.


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ACCEPTED! These lands are now owned by Shere Khan.