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Svelt ebon brujo trotted elegantly through the desert. Ah, how he loved deserts and the hot zephyrs that scoured his pelt clean daily. A low chuckle rumbled through his throat before escaping his maw as his flints moved slowly and steadily. His proud dial was held high atop his arched boa, the ebon locks flowed back easily. His crystalline optics scoured the land as much as the winds scoured his pelt. He was quickly coming to like this land. It almost seemed as if the land was calling to him at times. His slim limbs coasted to a stop with his slender harks flicking back and forth trying to hear if anyone was about as his delicate muzzle was tipped upwards to try and scent any equines that may be out an about. His forequarters rose in an elegant rear with his maw open to release a wild whistle before he landed. There this area was now his. King Satyricon, no he didn't really like that. Lord Satyricon? Nah, Duke? Nah, Majesty? Hmmm, kinda liked it, but he'd decide later. Once all four of his flinty hooves where on the sandy terra he took off at an easy two beat again. This time intent on exploring the opening he had spotted when he'd reared. He moved steadily until his hooves scraped against stone spooking the ebony stained brute only slightly. He snorted loudly and tossed his crown high before settling to a halt outside. His long silky banner flicked behind him in agitation. He wished to continue to explore, but as of right now it felt as if he were now an intruder. He snorted again, louder than before as one forehoof dug at the sand creating a small hole before the winds blew in more grains. He wheeled sharply while tossing his head high and set off at a swift gallop about the land. His crown and banner where held high as he moved much like the sun's own shadow across the area. He would explore the rest of the land before adventuring further into it. If that didn't make any sense, he was going to explore the land itself before venturing to the catacombs that now belonged to him.
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