Post by midnight on Mar 24, 2006 12:41:01 GMT -4
Midnight entered the forest terra at an easy 3-beat, dial pumping in a relaxed rhythme. His auds were pricked forth and held erect 'pon his ebon tinted pate, and his salmons were flared wide to take in more oxygen, but also the smells of the forest. The slight smell of leaf mold met his paperthins with a mingling smell of rain. There was another sweet scent mixed in, he was not quite sure what it was. Midnight looked up at the dense foliage that blocked most of the sky, though amazing little spheres of light pricked through it and peirced the slightly dim atposphere under the trees.
This could be my home.. There is a good herd resting place, or a good place to hide from predators..
he thought as he moved past a particularly bunched up pack of trees, forming something like a lard square den. The loam underhoof was soft, though small leaves and many emerald shoots littered it.
There is fine grazing here...
he checked off another thing on the invisable list in his mind for a good home.
Langthening his stride, Midnight tucked his crania to his diaphagram, and a small rumbling nicker of pleasure was realeased in appreaciation for the beautiful place around him. His diamonds now flew over the parchment, a steel grey blurr, as his gait changed once more. The powerful muscles in the stallion's coal black hindquarters rippled powerfully under his shining pelt. The desire for this land lent wings to the brute's hooves. He sped forewards until the foliage that covered the blue yonder seemed fainter and fainter.
There was a small crearing full of lush grazing here, a nice place. Midnight flicked his harks excitedly, and his hocks took on an extra weight as his forequarters were lifted up into the air. He pawed and thrashed with his hooves in the fight for balance, slicing though the air like a hot knife through butter. A mighty bugle errupted from Midnight's diaphagram, coming out through his parted labrums to challenge the whole world for this land. The long call echoed through the land and, satisfied, Midnight's talons met the loam once more and clawed at it's earthy flesh.
I, Midnight, claim the beautiful terra by the name of Cerwin. If anyone wishes to challenge me, please step forth!
Midnight walked calmly in a circle, exploring the land hat might be his. He halted and grasped at the lush emeralds shooting from the ground, grinding it to paste easily. The sweet flavorse of the forest sang in his mouth and he continued to graze. But then he heard something, a rustle of leaves. His crest shot up, dial along with it. His amber eyes stared, waiting for a royal.
This could be my home.. There is a good herd resting place, or a good place to hide from predators..
he thought as he moved past a particularly bunched up pack of trees, forming something like a lard square den. The loam underhoof was soft, though small leaves and many emerald shoots littered it.
There is fine grazing here...
he checked off another thing on the invisable list in his mind for a good home.
Langthening his stride, Midnight tucked his crania to his diaphagram, and a small rumbling nicker of pleasure was realeased in appreaciation for the beautiful place around him. His diamonds now flew over the parchment, a steel grey blurr, as his gait changed once more. The powerful muscles in the stallion's coal black hindquarters rippled powerfully under his shining pelt. The desire for this land lent wings to the brute's hooves. He sped forewards until the foliage that covered the blue yonder seemed fainter and fainter.
There was a small crearing full of lush grazing here, a nice place. Midnight flicked his harks excitedly, and his hocks took on an extra weight as his forequarters were lifted up into the air. He pawed and thrashed with his hooves in the fight for balance, slicing though the air like a hot knife through butter. A mighty bugle errupted from Midnight's diaphagram, coming out through his parted labrums to challenge the whole world for this land. The long call echoed through the land and, satisfied, Midnight's talons met the loam once more and clawed at it's earthy flesh.
I, Midnight, claim the beautiful terra by the name of Cerwin. If anyone wishes to challenge me, please step forth!
Midnight walked calmly in a circle, exploring the land hat might be his. He halted and grasped at the lush emeralds shooting from the ground, grinding it to paste easily. The sweet flavorse of the forest sang in his mouth and he continued to graze. But then he heard something, a rustle of leaves. His crest shot up, dial along with it. His amber eyes stared, waiting for a royal.