Had there ever been a more handsome creature? The brute didn’t think so. Why, with his ruddy frame framed in the changing colors of autumn, there couldn’t be anything more riveting! The stallion flipped his crème mane out of his eyes and he moved forward at an easy trot. The air was crisp, but the sun kept the world around him warm enough. After such a hot summer, Cameron was glad for the cooler days. And it looked like it wouldn’t be too hard of a winter either. His icey blue eyes scanned the area around him. No one, not a single living equine to bask in his glory. It just didn’t seem right! He was so bored, and his elegant movements were being wasted on the trees.

A deep sigh escaped his soft pink muzzle as he slowed to a stop. There had to be something around here to do! Maybe a mare to harass or a land to worm his way into. Cam sighed again before noticing something interesting. He cantered a few yards ahead to fine the mouth of a cave. A breeze blew from inside which he knew meant there was another opening. His curiosity and boredom got the better of him and he made his way inside.

The damp loneliness of the cave was excruciating, and without the sun it was awfully chilly. He shuddered slightly as the breeze picked up for a moment, but soon died away. Cameron snorted and picked up an easy canter, hoping to get out of the cave quickly. When he finally burst into the light of day, he was surprised to find a valley filled with thick forest. Cam walked forward, not an ounce of caution in his stature. He moved into the forest and was soon confronted by the thick scent of another stallion. So this was someone’s land! Well now this area got a whole lot more interesting!

The silver bay snorted and pawed at the earth, letting the other stud know he was here. Cameron thought this place was lovely. With all the trees there would be plenty of shelter when winter came, and there are plenty of mares in a herd, especially one in a place as lovely as this. Sure the King here would have first pick, but Cam never minded taking seconds. He smiled cruelly at the thought and shook out his mane. He had to find this stallion first, so he waited. Knowing that the King would come to him, and also knowing it would be frowned upon if he strayed any further into this unknown land.

Character: Cameron
Word count: 435
Notes: I'm so excited!

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=height,688,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/jsewld.png,true] Rueful was now safely tucked with in his lands, a relief that gave his mind great ease. The dear mare had become much like a younger sister to the handsome King. And it hurt him to imagine others hurting her. He closed his eyes softly, before moving forward and walking around his lands, watching carefully, intently to survey the land, ensure that all was being protected, taken care of. That nothing was going wrong. He had just started his survey when suddenly something felt off, the winds changing, a new scent catching his nose, and the crimson and ivory stallion narrowed his mix-matched eyes. There was a trespasser with in Rayo. He immediately kicked up to a trot, his crimson red and ivory mane flapping in the wind as he approached the other. He stood ahead of the handsome King, his eyes on the silver bay, watching, cautious, expression narrowed, ready to defend should he need to, "What the hell are you doing in my lands, stallion. I am Áedán, King of Rayo. Speak your purpose. Or leave now and do not return." He demanded, watching, waiting, silent. THOUGHTS WORDS

You would have thought the bloodied bay had slaughtered the King's children by the way he made his entrance to the scene. He trotted in valiantly and made a great show of himself, clearing making it known that this was his turf and that Cameron was more then likely unwelcome. The stud shook his head and took a step back, showing his respect for the sovereign of this great land.

Cold blue eyes looked over this King. He was tall, strong, fierce, and not all together bad looking. But Cameron doubted he had much of a sense of humor, what a shame. "What the hell are you doing in my lands, stallion. I am Áedán, King of Rayo. Speak your purpose. Or leave now and do not return." The orange splashed brute had said cruelly. How very curt of him, not that Cameron expected anything else. After all, these Kings were rather territorial after all.

The silver bay took in a deep breath and bowed his head low in a show of reverence. "Your most exalted highness, King Áedán," he said, with his normal flare for the dramatic. "I come not to harm your dearest offspring. Nor your mares, nor your beloved kingdom. I come as a most humbled wanderer. Here merely to ask for your asylum." The cold-hearted brute stood, waiting the kings answer.

Character: Cameron
Word count: 241
Notes: Why did I decide to only make him speak in iambic pentameter?! -braindead-

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=height,688,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/jsewld.png,true] The large stallion took in the brute before him, just as the trespasser appeared to be observing him. Upon his arrival, the stallion had shook his head faintly, stepping back, showing respect, and just that small sign had the King of the land not so ready to attack, before introducing himself quickly, demanding an explanation as to wy the stallion had come. The silver bay took a deep breath then, head bowing low, and Áedán snorted at the 'exalted highness' choosing not mention the dramantics this stallion was showing favor to. A wanderer, huh, seeking asylum. Áedán's mix-matched eyes took in the wanderer, as the stud so claimed to be, for a shallow moment, thinking it through, before speaking casually, "If you so seek it, it can be arranged, wanderer." He stated, adding the wanderer in so the stallion knew in an indirect declaration that Áedán would want his name before plans are final as to whether the stallion would be permitted with in the terra, the herd, "I have rules with in my domain that are to be followed, including laws against the act of rape, violence, and the likes. You're expected to follow all laws, as well as choose a ranking beyond just the rank of herd stallion, whether it be warrior, guard, or spy. High ranks such as advisor or General of the Army are handed out only after severe selection. I am currently not accepting betas, but my General will have the same powers as a Beta, his own herd, a selection of land to keep the herd, and power over Rayo in my absence." He explained calmly, "Do you feel you can follow such rules, wanderer?" Would he be a good fit, especially with Rue in his lands, her mind already a fragile place. THOUGHTS WORDS