Post by Kye on Oct 18, 2005 20:36:35 GMT -4
The hazel swirl essenced hessian gently placed a bare scythe 'pon the topographical scenery that lolled out in gently sloping hillery 'fore him,his azure tinted seekers overlooking the fresh sensus with his interest raising..
As if on cue,a quick pace stepped up,his bulky profile gently sweeping o'er the long stalks of the new season,his orbical rubics bright with a sense of curiousity and purity,the fresh aroma of grasslands filling his prayers,flashing a pastel salmon,his pace ore a glide,he continued to move forth..
With his every stride his whithers shifted,sending his aperature in endless bobs forth and back again,a graceful motion,but somewhat awkward as he shifted lands..
As he strode 'bout,exploring the land,his thoughts drifted back..
His past had not been pleasant,the cruelty of humans overtaking his previous homelands,depriving him of social abilities with most,yet he remained calm throughout the scenario of disastrous chaos..
After the awful doings of the two legged creatures,he roamed o'er the plains freely,avoiding contact with the fierce creatures..
T'was then he came 'pon this strange new place of which he had no hearings,he held no power over anything here,something he would have to accustom with..
As for his sire and dam,royals they were,promised the crown he was at the young age of a mere colt..
Snapping back unto the present times,he slid into the vast valley of openness,his whisker textured labrets parting to raise highly,a tune of honey flowing freely,his vocals slim with a hint of power,yet they were soothing to most he met..
His callings lingered within the emptiness that surrounded him,his identical zeniths flickered impatiently atop his highly defined apartum..
He strode forth once more,seeking lands of those his kind,the curvacious carvings of his muscularly defined thoraxal bodice shifting their image with his frequent steps,haulting momentarily to beckon forth a call..
He stood quietly at a near brook,boredly plumetting his mass into the clearness of the aquatarine pool,swimming quickly to the other side..
Once to his destination he plunged his mug into a bush of bright colorings,berries they were,his partum withdrew,revealing a mask of elaborate juices oozing from the tips of his labruts,a satisfied sigh submitting forth..
The quietness settled as he stepped away from the bushel of haven,his zeniths setting casually,not listening,atop his poll,his azure hues gently closing willingly,the waves of sleep overpowering him quickly as he drifted off into a light daze,awaiting the queen/king of the land....
Call me by[kye]
Trace me[Andalusian]
Stretch me[16.1hh]
Color me[dappled grey/black leggings]
Impower me[bruthen]
Entrust me[none have earned my trust,nor have I earned theirs]
As if on cue,a quick pace stepped up,his bulky profile gently sweeping o'er the long stalks of the new season,his orbical rubics bright with a sense of curiousity and purity,the fresh aroma of grasslands filling his prayers,flashing a pastel salmon,his pace ore a glide,he continued to move forth..
With his every stride his whithers shifted,sending his aperature in endless bobs forth and back again,a graceful motion,but somewhat awkward as he shifted lands..
As he strode 'bout,exploring the land,his thoughts drifted back..
His past had not been pleasant,the cruelty of humans overtaking his previous homelands,depriving him of social abilities with most,yet he remained calm throughout the scenario of disastrous chaos..
After the awful doings of the two legged creatures,he roamed o'er the plains freely,avoiding contact with the fierce creatures..
T'was then he came 'pon this strange new place of which he had no hearings,he held no power over anything here,something he would have to accustom with..
As for his sire and dam,royals they were,promised the crown he was at the young age of a mere colt..
Snapping back unto the present times,he slid into the vast valley of openness,his whisker textured labrets parting to raise highly,a tune of honey flowing freely,his vocals slim with a hint of power,yet they were soothing to most he met..
His callings lingered within the emptiness that surrounded him,his identical zeniths flickered impatiently atop his highly defined apartum..
He strode forth once more,seeking lands of those his kind,the curvacious carvings of his muscularly defined thoraxal bodice shifting their image with his frequent steps,haulting momentarily to beckon forth a call..
He stood quietly at a near brook,boredly plumetting his mass into the clearness of the aquatarine pool,swimming quickly to the other side..
Once to his destination he plunged his mug into a bush of bright colorings,berries they were,his partum withdrew,revealing a mask of elaborate juices oozing from the tips of his labruts,a satisfied sigh submitting forth..
The quietness settled as he stepped away from the bushel of haven,his zeniths setting casually,not listening,atop his poll,his azure hues gently closing willingly,the waves of sleep overpowering him quickly as he drifted off into a light daze,awaiting the queen/king of the land....
Call me by[kye]
Trace me[Andalusian]
Stretch me[16.1hh]
Color me[dappled grey/black leggings]
Impower me[bruthen]
Entrust me[none have earned my trust,nor have I earned theirs]
