(claim)NO CHURCH IN THE WILD

[Morphine]

All 18 hands of pure white stallion found himself in a land both foreign and deserted. This would be where he would build his legacy. Wicked thoughts enslaved his mind; however they would never see beyond the thick façade. Angelic was his mask. His inner demon was far less pure. sporting both a horn and wings he was an odd creature. It was not usual to see a mixture that carried both...outcomes. His deep teal eyes gazed over all that was his. Yes the lands were quite large, he would make two subherds and take the prime forest and land surrounding the lake for his royal herd. The others would take their place at the mountain pass and the meadow. So now he was the Snow king in a land of beauty and wonder. They would never know...

[Spirit of the System]

The white wraith moved silently, occasionally stopping to look
about for disturbances in her system. She herself was the
very essence of the system, a messenger of the mother computer.
Her azure eyes flicked toward the snowy stallion who stood,
silently stating his claim over the land. She flickered and
crackled as her time ran low. "You are the king and
rightful owner of Lake Veir. Take care, horse, and take care
of your home." with a crackling zap the wolf disappeared.