Painted pelt reflected in the moonlight as long muscular pillars pulled the brujo deep within the forest. He slid to a halt once in a small clearing, one right in the middle of the land.. Dark visionaries scanned the terra before them, looking for others. There was none in site. Rising upon haunches, pale pillars lashed out at the cool airy night. Letting out a roar of claim, it echoed around the lands.
"These lands now belong to I, Cyanide."
Daggers hit the earthen surface and the brujo snorted loudly. He turned and bolted off, to explore his newly claimed lands.