we are the FORSAKEN(claim)

[pandora]

The noise of the cicadas was almost deafening at this time of day, and yet everything seemed to stand still in Pandora’s eyes. She was determined to take this land for herself, to hell or high waters and back. She was ready to put up a fight for this area, it seemed perfect to train soldiers, the perfect weapons of destruction. She could see herself now, standing over a dying pack, laughing, their pain was her pleasure ant it felt damn good. Her jet black wings made a loud swooping noise as she descended below the trees looking for trouble, and yet she found none. A huge white boulders streached across the riverbank in front of her, the sun reflected on their smooth surfaces the light was almost blinding at this time of day. She beated her wings until she fell lightly onto the heated stones, her talons making slight clicking noises on the rocks surface. It took her a few moments to realize, but the humidity began to make her coat feel heavy with water, but she was not wet, this weather felt good on her skin. Pandora folded her wings to her sides and padded around the rock in the sun, her deep black coat shimmering a slight purple-blue color like a crow.

She took one step to the next boulder, and as soon as her daggers clicked slightly onto the rock, a loud hissing caught her attention, and her white eyes searched the surface for the source. It was quite obvious that on the edge of the rock, a small alligator began to claw it’s way up onto the rock. A deep growl emitted from Pandora’s stomach, and she flashed her pearled maw, but the thing did not back off, it’s green scaled body continued to make it’s way towards her, and she growled again, this time more menacingly, and then the creature struck out at her legs, but it’s speed was no match for Pandora’s and she quickly lifted off of the ground as it struck, narrowly avoiding it’s attack. She snarled once more at the creature, the took off once more, avoiding the Spanish moss that hung heavily from the trees around her. She listen to the rush of air on her wings slowly fade into the noise of the cicadas and other insects that made their loud screaming noises at this time of day. She began to scout the land for a prey source, she saw jackalopes strange green things with domes on their backs, and a hunting party would be able to take down one of the lizards. She nodded to herself and continued flying.

She looked down to the river she had been following, downstream, her white eyes began to harshly analyze it, she could see the silhouettes of several schools of fish just under the water’s surface, other than that there was absolutely no visibility into the light sorrel colored water. She continued to fly downstream, avoiding low-hanging branches coated with thick clumps of Spanish moss. She began to grow bored of the river’s bland surface, and flew off path to land on the soft earthy ground. She padded onward, keeping her guard ever vigilante, small pools had gathered around her when she was quiet a far way away from the river, she looked into one of them, the water here was stagnant, with algae growing in the mud, but it was crystal clear and she could see all of the way through the bottom. Her reflection was visable in the water’s surface, and her mother’s crystal clear white eyes stared back at her. A fierce snarl ripped through her throat, and the slashed her talons at the water, disturbing the reflection and the water clouded over with brown. She lifted off once more, heading for a place that she could rest. She breathed in with the rush of heavy air passed her face when she lifted off, it was almost invigorating. Pandora left the pools, and she flew deeper into the soggy swamp, searching for a resting place, or a gathering place for her soldiers to stay, and a place for them to train. She spied around, searching for a place, she came upon a rocky hollow, and descended onto the zenith, looking about the hollow, the stones almost took up an arena shape This would be perfect she sighed, and swooped down from her perch to the bottom of the hollow, the ground was soft, but not muddy, the perfect terrain for sparing, and for fighting… She took to the air once more, there was only one more thing she needed, a home for her army.

She continued flying to the west, searching each and every nook and cranny, and she finally met back up with the river, and she flew close to the muddy bank, making sure that whatever she found was accessible by foot. The bank suddenly took a sharp turn, and so did Pandora. The river soon stopped at the shore, creating an Enclave, one side guarded by the Sorrel River, the other guarded by trees, the tick clumps of Spanish moss creating curtains over holes in the bottoms of large trees, these could be used as shelter, and a large mossy boulder with a fallen tree resting on it, stood majestically on the west side of the enclave This is perfect. she said excitedly. She pushed herself up with her wings onto the boulder, and sat overlooking the camp. Pandora took in an enormous breath, and threw her head back, a long mournful howl echoed through her vocal cords, and into the swamp, the cicadas went silent as she called for the claim on this land.