The cool and sweet scented breeze cast from the azure heavens caresses the foliage and blooms upon the botanical carpet of the Sacred land, wavering them so that from a distance the alpine grasslands seem to shimmer. It is into this picturesque scenery that a mammoth stallion enters, cantering placidly with his bi-coloured eyes half lidded, noticing first the sheer beauty of the place, with its pockets of light, white birch woodland, spattering of colourful wildflowers and the snow capped mountain walls enclosing the terra. The stags easy gait leads him to a grassy precipice overlooking a stream, a thin silver sliver that meandered through the landscape. It was here, with the wind blowing through his thick tassels that he makes the decision to claim these lands for himself. Lonely they were, but a few mares to share in his home would come soon enough - the claiming grounds would be his next stop, for a new King needed a click of beautiful dames to carry on his blood.

"I, Sharloch Evenblood, do this day lay claim to these highlands!" He calls magestically at the height of a rear upon his mighty haunches, his wildly feathered forelimbs assaulting the air harmlessly. Feeling the slightest bit ridiculous for proclaiming his ownership over an empty land, Sharloch chuckles to himself quietly as his large fores find the earth once more. Excitement racing through him as he begins to fully realise his new Kingship, he pounds an ebon flint upon the dirt and whinnies, before he turns on a dime and bolts, heading towards the land he knew as the Claiming Grounds.