Selfish? Him? Never. A tad flawless and arogent, yes. But hey, what can we do. We all come to our thingyy stage once in a life time. It just happened my dear Mysten was to come to his now. Grim smirk aired upon his ashen plush as he watched the horizon dance a new color. Occuli focused as his interest was pinned to this land. Brow raised, showing his wondering mind, and what possesed it for a moment. A curse had been spoken of the lands. Whomever is to lay their greedy flints upon it's cracking flora, would be dambed. A slight chuckle escaped his parted kissers. Oh the sweet smell of a chalenge. Audicles pricked as he listened. No others were found to have been treading upon this figured litho before. Another sweet victory it seemed. Jawls tightened as he continued to ponder the rolling hills. Plump was he? No? Fit and muscular? Yes indeed. Appendages folded to create a crease in them. They bunched then released as he bound fourth. Bodice was picked up and flung into the atmo as he manuvered himself between the creveses that lay before him. Indeed this was to be his home. And he would tell it to the world.

Slits danced as he came to an abrubt halt. A sharp snort was sounded from flared nares. A hell bound shrill parted from within him. Labriums parted as words of wisdome flew from within him,
" Thee, the vagabond upon this very litho, claim this dambed land as my home. Object to this? And shall we commense in the first brawl of thine life span upon these lands. And thee promise thou, it shall not be an easy task to complete. "
A grin crossed his plush as his russet hue lit to an auburn color in the sun's brilliant ray. What a perfect time to claim this land. To have it known to others around him this was his. A part of him. Ivory enamels clacked as he waited for a sign of approvel, for his new life, to begin.

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** Not my best, but it's what I get for now for running low on muse. I hope it's enough