Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2005 20:48:30 GMT -4
the bruthen lopes in, contented with the hapiness of being accepted into this magnificent land by the mighty lord. at a slow trot the brute tosses his crania to and fro, his mirrors absorbing this magnificent terra. the plains of warm sand swirl as shining pools in his eyes.
Dare I imagine a future of profitable life and hapiness? No. I mustn't be so vain...
the bruthen finally halted beside the small lake of warm aqua. as the brute lowered his dial to inspect the water, the warm fluid meet his velvet. the rush of humid air made him feel quite hot,but it did not bother him. he tossed his dial in play, and romped into the aqua memories of the foal he once was came to mind. with a muscular bodice now saturated with the warm water, and a mind dizzied with the never ending shimmer, he lied to rest beneath one of the few, yet bountiful trees.
M'lord and M'lady, I have trodden upon this terra, and been astounded by it's natural beauty. The woman of nature has truly bore an amazing land. Both warm, and rich. I would like to claim this terra as my own, and sire my own foals upon this shimmering deserts...
and with that, the terra was silent. not a sound to be heard but that of the humid breeze ruffling the grains of sand that stuck to his hyde.
Dare I imagine a future of profitable life and hapiness? No. I mustn't be so vain...
the bruthen finally halted beside the small lake of warm aqua. as the brute lowered his dial to inspect the water, the warm fluid meet his velvet. the rush of humid air made him feel quite hot,but it did not bother him. he tossed his dial in play, and romped into the aqua memories of the foal he once was came to mind. with a muscular bodice now saturated with the warm water, and a mind dizzied with the never ending shimmer, he lied to rest beneath one of the few, yet bountiful trees.
M'lord and M'lady, I have trodden upon this terra, and been astounded by it's natural beauty. The woman of nature has truly bore an amazing land. Both warm, and rich. I would like to claim this terra as my own, and sire my own foals upon this shimmering deserts...
and with that, the terra was silent. not a sound to be heard but that of the humid breeze ruffling the grains of sand that stuck to his hyde.
