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Pillars wove back an' forth rhythmically beneath my slight form as I slunk silently amongst the carcasses of the ancient giants, their bark decomposing around my feet and giving its life back to our mother earth. What was an outcast like me doing here, you might ask? That's a whole different story. For so long now, I'd been on my own; too long. Long black mane blew softly out over my thin neck & shoulders, single plume of white tracing its way smoothly down my neck, just below my well-placed thorns. Exhaling slowly, I turned to look out over the sun-baked plains of this, the land I hoped to soon call my own; home

As the foliage grew steadily denser around me, I began to doubt the sanity of my plan. I had planned to sprint out across the plains known as Kalte, then work my way through this, the forest of Baume, to assure myself with the fact that I was truly alone in these lands; that they did not belong to some other hellion. If there was someone else here...My slight bodice quivered at the mear idea of a fight. Fear? No way in hell; this was pure excitement, anxiety, joy. Oh, how long it had been since I had felt flesh & bone buckle beneath my hooves, and skin torn away by my fangs. It had been much too long.

Just as I began to think that my plan was going to fail, the trees suddenly stopped, and I found myself standing in a quite enchantingly mysterious clearing; a small pond, lush grasses, the sun shining pleasantly in the center, and the edges remaining well protected from the light. This was the perfect place to start my family, as had really been my wish from the beginning. Every day seemed to draw me closer & closer to my dream coming true, but somehow it always seemed to evade me. I had been so close so many times, only to have it slip away; I don't think I could stand to lose it all again.

And as I stood, gazing up towards the sunlit sky, the wind running its fingers ever-so softly through my tassels, I finally felt at home; I had never felt this way before. Giving my facade a quick & quite violent shake, I soon came back to my old self. My god, was that ever a strange feeling, losing yourself. And when you came back, your earthly bodice felt heavy as rock. Maybe someday I would really be able to consider this place home, but until then, a claim would have to do; until my non-existent family stepped out from the "shadows", this place would be no more than a place I owned; not a home.

This is for all to hear! Maw was raised to the sky, as I trumpeted my claim out over the land. I, Wiccan, am the new leader of the Geschützt Herd, and any who wish to trespass here will first have to get through me!

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status; complete

[Deja]

Claim Approved!

You may now post herd rules and rankings.[/center]