Hladnompot Forest
Captaincy of Divovia
Captaincy of Divovia
Beneath the hooves of his prize horse, chunks of meaty grime propelled every which way but forward like missiles of heinous mud. The accompanied orchestra of weapons testing struggled to vanquish such a serene setting beyond the enchanting forests of Divovia. Naturally only the trees and their repertoire of wind incited shifts belonged here in the wild, yet the savage nature of man now dominated all aspects of sensation.
Roving helicopter patrols scoured for signs of human life above the tree line, occasionally casting flares in to thick canopies to differentiate man with deer, bear, or raccoon. Cobblestone remains of animistic altars an temples still challenged the wild with their outstanding pearly resistance to the earthy elements of the thick woodlands. Birds now made their intricately crafted nests within the mausoleums of long dead 'Barbarian' Kings from the genesis of Zivotinje.
"What care does the Universe truly have whether we live or die?" Huszar whispered while reigning his steed around half of what must have been a sacrificial altar in years past.
His kinship with the wild had greatly diminished after reaching the pinnacle of Leadership in the Militant Republic of Zivotinje. Where at one time he remembered gracing every new day with a jaunt throughout these very forests, today his staff required a worthy excuse for an afternoon of Horsemanship.
"As I recall, we cleared the Oikawan delegation and their stock of Horse?" Huszar asked a dismounted Aide, who reluctantly jogged beside the trotting horse. "Quite right, sir!" the aide panted with mucous filled labored breathing.
With obvious disappointment in himself, Huszar ordered his jet black horse to halt in place. Its hooves burrowed within the earth like a mole, flexing its mighty body to cease from galloping any further. "Gather your breath soldier. When you are ready to articulate yourself properly, we'll drive on." Huszar ordered with only slight undertones of condescension.
"Cus. . ." he began before taking the Maresal's advice to take a breather after this cantor which began long before even sunrise. The Maresal had wanted to exercise his personal Horse before greeting the international visitors, so as to prevent the Horse from puffed-up and over confident behavior as it had displayed this morning. Laughingly, the Maresal even suggested this strategy extended to encompass him and his staff, who were more then capable of boastful self-assertive behavior.
With only muscle tension persisting his discomfort, the aide found the words to properly answer - "Sir! Union Customs and Screening has seen fit to approve all members of the Oikawan delegation, pertinent files and equipment, and last but not least their sensitive non-human possessions."
"Their Horses, fool. What of their Horses?" Huszar growled.
The Aide coughed, poorly acting as if he were still out of breath, a desperate ruse when Huszar himself assured his staff was in fighting shape. "Sir, the Horses are classified within the category of Sensitive Non-Human Possessions. All units are green and accounted for, sir." Huszar rolled his eyes and thrusted each heel in to the Horses hindquarters, an act of physical motivation he was considering for his Administrative Staff.