Post by Briar on May 28, 2006 14:00:47 GMT -5
In the midst of the green and brown forms of the dense pines, there stood a shadow of black and white. Glory.
He trotted through his lands, surveying them. It was a vast sea of green, filled with the fresh scent of grass and the sound a running river. He liked these lands, they were beautiful and dark, holding secrets deep within them that would not soon be told. Like him. He had many a secret to keeep from his past.
Now, standing in the middle of the pine thicket, he tossed his fine cranium and looked to the skies. He could start new here, which was why he came. He tossed his head once more, then lifted his forelegs from the terra beneath them to perform a half rear, before lunging into a gallop. His quick piebald form dodged inbetweeen and around trees as he headed for the clearing, towards the sound of the gentle river.
When he reached the edge of the clearing he paused for a moment, rearing, then propelled himself to the river's edge. He stood, his cranium high and proud to the winds. He lowered his head and drunk the clear water.
The liquid ran down his throat, cool and pure. When he had drunken his fill her turned from the river and stood in the shdowy shade of a few pines.
He trotted through his lands, surveying them. It was a vast sea of green, filled with the fresh scent of grass and the sound a running river. He liked these lands, they were beautiful and dark, holding secrets deep within them that would not soon be told. Like him. He had many a secret to keeep from his past.
Now, standing in the middle of the pine thicket, he tossed his fine cranium and looked to the skies. He could start new here, which was why he came. He tossed his head once more, then lifted his forelegs from the terra beneath them to perform a half rear, before lunging into a gallop. His quick piebald form dodged inbetweeen and around trees as he headed for the clearing, towards the sound of the gentle river.
When he reached the edge of the clearing he paused for a moment, rearing, then propelled himself to the river's edge. He stood, his cranium high and proud to the winds. He lowered his head and drunk the clear water.
The liquid ran down his throat, cool and pure. When he had drunken his fill her turned from the river and stood in the shdowy shade of a few pines.
