Vortex

Bay hued titan entered 'pon thine land. Ribbons thrashed against his pistons as the winds picked up, signalling a change in the world. That change would be the leader of South of Heaven terratory. Appendages streach as he charges to the highest point in the terrain. He rears, talons peircing the atmosphere as a low baritone rumble escapes his larnyx.

I claim this land as my own.

Pillars crash down 'pon the land. The brute lets a snort escape his paperthins as he dips his arched boa to snip at the foliage beneath him. Tresses fall with the decent of his crania and shelter his facade from the suns blinding rays. He tosses his dial before raising it again to look out across the horizon. Harks are streached heaven bound as he listens for any noises that may occur. The sun beat down, as always, onto his tanned hide, making sweat-beads form and disintergrate silently. The world was silent but then, as the winds shifted to signal his claim, the earth jumped to life. The trees were whispering in the slight breeze that had picked up. His ribbons danced in the winds wake. The birds were singing and grass swayed in the wind. Yes, He was definately home. He knew what he was doing was right.