Post by D.rifter on May 25, 2005 8:28:58 GMT -4
+the brute lopes into his new surroundings, the not yet trodden terra soft beneath his daggers and his orbs glaze over in awe. he raises his dial and stands tall. an aud prickering rumble is emitted from the brutes deep chest. he canters along a wall of pine, the wind wisking his banner. he comes to a stop and glances at the beautiful emerald stalks surrounding him, where they have not yet been reduced to their new beginnings. the brute settles and lies beneath a magnificent spruce and day dreams of a day where he may once share a terra with a vixen of his own+
With a deep, rumbling tone he utters:
M'lord and M'lady, may I emmit my greeting. I do not wish to intrude, but this beautiful land has summoned me from the south. It's blistering heat has reduced the true shimmer in my pelt, and I do not want to be seen as weak. I wish to share this world so different, and so beautiful with a herd I may call my own, and it is an honor to share it with you, and vixen of whom I will adore.
With a deep, rumbling tone he utters:
M'lord and M'lady, may I emmit my greeting. I do not wish to intrude, but this beautiful land has summoned me from the south. It's blistering heat has reduced the true shimmer in my pelt, and I do not want to be seen as weak. I wish to share this world so different, and so beautiful with a herd I may call my own, and it is an honor to share it with you, and vixen of whom I will adore.
