blood and thunder [claim]

[`NUCLEAR WINTER.]

SPLIT YOUR LUNGS WITH BLOOD AND THUNDER.

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A stunning female hued with honey and ivory allowed her long yet sturdy appendai carry her seventeen hand form across the barren tundra. The wind whipped against her curvy frame, her cream colored tresses wrapping around her warm neck in an attempt to hide from the harsh bite of winter. Flints left crescent shapes in the snow, the earth suffering in silence as her facade was disfigured by the daggers of the mare, Nuclear Winter. The young, beautiful maiden's cerulean visionaries scanned the topography that was laying out before her like an open door to an unholy temple, inviting her in to partake in acts that would surely displease those who had their muzzles buried deep in the pools of sweetness and light. Winter had accepted this invitation and had made her way to these lands in the South, ever so curious as to what this land may have in store for her. Harks twitched at the zenith of her elegant cerebrum, her tympanums attempting to lure distant sound into her train of thought. Chiseled muscle pushed the beautiful mare along as her blood stained daggers felt something quite odd beneath them. Stone...instead of dead grass and snow. Cold stone, at that. An invisible brow was quirked and her pale sapphire orbs shifted upwards, scanning the horizon.

Thunder growled in the distance, threatening to send its army of lightning and chilled rain or snow. The sky was dark and foreboding as she cast a challenging gaze toward the heavens. Black iron gates lined the outskirts of this land, seeming to go on for several miles. A thick fog coiled around her appendages before slithering off like alabaster snakes. The mare began walking down a rather wide cobblestone path, soon coming upon a massive castle. "What interesting architecture..." she commented quietly to herself, admiring the rather satanic look of the structure, made of nothing but odd black stone and steel along with a shimmering silver for the accents. "My, my. What luck. No one inhabits this lovely land. Looks like it's mine...forever." she cackled in a grotesque fashion. "And whoever dares threaten my reign will be promptly eradicated..."


words - 359
muse - good. just a half assed claim post...
lyrics - blood and thunder by mastodon
listening to - blessed are the sick by morbid angel
notes - mah claim post. name and description is coming in the next post. <3

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[`NUCLEAR WINTER.]

Name:

Chapel of Ghouls


Description:

Despite the name, this land is not entirely unpleasant. There is an abundant supply of grass, trees and water. Keep in mind that this water won't make you grow some odd mutation, either. It's perfectly safe. However, the sky is always dark. Gray in the day, black at night. There are patches of odd red flowers that grow here and there, adding a touch of color to this otherwise dull land. Black gates outline the perimeter of the land and vines coil around the ebony iron bars. As soon as you enter, there is a cobblestone path leading straight toward a massive castle crafted out of black stone and steel. Moss and weeds grow over the path, along with some of those red flowers growing through the cracked stone. Inside of the castle is entirely intact, apart from the fact that it's the epitome of blasphemy. There is a disturbing painting of several religious figures(including Jesus) hanging by nooses with their mouths gaping in silent agony. There is also no shortage of baphomet paintings and goat skulls laying around inside. Below the castle are dungeons for the slaves. There are several rooms in the castle as well, for residents to take refuge in when the cold and rain gets to be a bother. Right before you enter the castle, there are two rather foreboding twin statues of demons looking at you, which is how this place got its name. Behind the castle is a valley and if you travel far enough, you might actually see the sunshine. But if you do get that far, don't think the blasphemy ends there. There is a massive statue of an upside down crucifix. Around the crucifix are large spikes with skeletons impaled on them, suggesting some kind of sadistic practice. Welcome to the Chapel of Ghouls, home of the Sideth royals. Enjoy your visit, you godless blasphemer.  

[b]The Blasphemous Empress - [/b] Nuclear Winter
[b]The Sacrilegious Emperor - [/b]

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[Cannibal Animal]

Claim accepted =)