Post by g i v e n on Jun 10, 2005 16:45:25 GMT -4
An eery silence envelopes the terra- not a sign of life among the trees, the emerald stalks, is visible. Slowly, a bleached grey brute wanders in, his auditives thrust forward in anticipation and interest as his coal black pools search the loam. His pillars churn easily beneath his large bulk as he steps into a momentous lope, flints reaching out before him, lightly chiseled crania held high and proud. A soft snort emitts from his salmon nares as dial is tossed lightly, ivory tassels scattering over his delicately arched nape as his frame moves up and down with his movement. He wondered whether he could possibly ever be admitted to these glorious lands.
As ebon orbs take in the topography of the lands, a deep gust of wind escapes his diaphragm. Yes, this was all he had ever wished for in a home. Ever since he was a little colt, running along the comforting side of his dam, he had always wished for a place such as this. Perhaps he would be accepted into these wonderous lands? Plume swishes silently over strong hocks as he halts at the base of a large valley, heavily laiden with other horses, waiting to be accepted. Pondering lightly, brow is furrowed in frustration as the brute considers his chances. Would he be able to escape his past by living here? He did not know...
The brute's mother had perished while giving birth to him. So, he was taken into adoption by a fellow herd mare, for a temporary time. He had grown to be about a month with this false parent until his sire had disowned him, banishing him from the herd. He could not accept the loss of his Lead (the brute's mother). So he rid himself of the colt who had caused it. So, forced to live on sparse vegetation where he could and grow up with the wild, the little colt had never known the love of another equine. He had traveled far and wide to find a home that properly suited him, but had found none so far to his liking. Until now. This... this was all he had ever dreamed of. He hoped with all his heart that the royals of this land were kind enough to accept a humble stag into their lands, though he knew himself not worthy...
A rumble grows within the bruja's bowls, sounding up through his pricked auds and out through his agape maw, vibrating through the valley, aimed for a Royal's auds.
Dear and Greatest Royals of this land. I am a new stag to your beautiful lands, and I am in awe of it. The trees are fruitful, the loam soft, and I have never desired more. I have never had a home before, and I earnestly do wish to spend my days here. So, I ask you... Will you accept me into your lands?[/b]
Auds flicker slightly, awaiting a response....
As ebon orbs take in the topography of the lands, a deep gust of wind escapes his diaphragm. Yes, this was all he had ever wished for in a home. Ever since he was a little colt, running along the comforting side of his dam, he had always wished for a place such as this. Perhaps he would be accepted into these wonderous lands? Plume swishes silently over strong hocks as he halts at the base of a large valley, heavily laiden with other horses, waiting to be accepted. Pondering lightly, brow is furrowed in frustration as the brute considers his chances. Would he be able to escape his past by living here? He did not know...
The brute's mother had perished while giving birth to him. So, he was taken into adoption by a fellow herd mare, for a temporary time. He had grown to be about a month with this false parent until his sire had disowned him, banishing him from the herd. He could not accept the loss of his Lead (the brute's mother). So he rid himself of the colt who had caused it. So, forced to live on sparse vegetation where he could and grow up with the wild, the little colt had never known the love of another equine. He had traveled far and wide to find a home that properly suited him, but had found none so far to his liking. Until now. This... this was all he had ever dreamed of. He hoped with all his heart that the royals of this land were kind enough to accept a humble stag into their lands, though he knew himself not worthy...
A rumble grows within the bruja's bowls, sounding up through his pricked auds and out through his agape maw, vibrating through the valley, aimed for a Royal's auds.
Dear and Greatest Royals of this land. I am a new stag to your beautiful lands, and I am in awe of it. The trees are fruitful, the loam soft, and I have never desired more. I have never had a home before, and I earnestly do wish to spend my days here. So, I ask you... Will you accept me into your lands?[/b]
Auds flicker slightly, awaiting a response....
Inevitable is not going to be on for awhile 
so you're hereby accepted to post elsewhere now. Congrats ;D]