Post by lejea on Dec 7, 2007 12:06:09 GMT -5
The chestnut stallion moved swiftly into the terra, his long, muscular legs carried him effortlessly over the soft, sweet grass. He stopped dead in the center of the terra, his head held high, and his mane whipping in the wind. He reared high, kicking out blindly in front of him, he opened his maw to unleash a furiously loud scream to the heavens (and to his daughters). "I claim this land for Amaroq's Final Breath. All who oppose step now or forever hold your silence!" He came down lightly on the sweetly scented grass. He held his head high as a band of mares came at his calls. He invited them all into his herd and looked around and through them. None of the mares caught his attention, for none tried. That was one thing he was missing. A Love!
