Post by Tequila on Mar 18, 2007 15:20:59 GMT -5
It was early of a Winter going-on-Spring morning when the dark
slate grulla stallion came unto this territory that stretched out for
more than the stallion had thought.
All night he had been restless, spending much of his time on high
ground watching the land around him. Now he stamped his feet
fretfully while he tipped his sharp-pointed ears foreward and
back as he looked and listened. His nostrils flared wide as he
tested the wind for any smells that might be about.
The winter snow had melted, leaving the grass's soil flooded with
water and the stubby stalks drowned. A few jack rabbits had
already left heir hiding places and were prospecting timidly
around in the open, searching out tender shoots of new grass.
They threw long, black shadows that were all out of proportion
to their size.
He slipped down the slope to the edge of the lake that held the
water that came from the waterfall. The stallion was mighty
thirsty after his long travels through Fronia and other countries.
He dipped his head low to the water's surface. His kissers
skimmed the water's surface has he felt and smelled the water
and what was in it. It was pure, no contamination. He procieded
to take a drink. He took in about 2 gallons of water before he
lifted his head up again. Crystal droplets of water dripped from
his maw. He shook his head slightly, ridding his chin of water.
It came to him that this land was unowned. He would decide to
claim this land. As his. He looked around. No one. He would start
a band here. Fill it with mares of his liking and his kin. He
whinnied loudly. He soundwaves bouncing off the slopes and
echoing the sound. His voice now filled the air.
I, Hazard, now claim this land as mine. I be
the King of this land. If anyone is to object, please step forth and
speak now or forever hold your peace.
slate grulla stallion came unto this territory that stretched out for
more than the stallion had thought.
All night he had been restless, spending much of his time on high
ground watching the land around him. Now he stamped his feet
fretfully while he tipped his sharp-pointed ears foreward and
back as he looked and listened. His nostrils flared wide as he
tested the wind for any smells that might be about.
The winter snow had melted, leaving the grass's soil flooded with
water and the stubby stalks drowned. A few jack rabbits had
already left heir hiding places and were prospecting timidly
around in the open, searching out tender shoots of new grass.
They threw long, black shadows that were all out of proportion
to their size.
He slipped down the slope to the edge of the lake that held the
water that came from the waterfall. The stallion was mighty
thirsty after his long travels through Fronia and other countries.
He dipped his head low to the water's surface. His kissers
skimmed the water's surface has he felt and smelled the water
and what was in it. It was pure, no contamination. He procieded
to take a drink. He took in about 2 gallons of water before he
lifted his head up again. Crystal droplets of water dripped from
his maw. He shook his head slightly, ridding his chin of water.
It came to him that this land was unowned. He would decide to
claim this land. As his. He looked around. No one. He would start
a band here. Fill it with mares of his liking and his kin. He
whinnied loudly. He soundwaves bouncing off the slopes and
echoing the sound. His voice now filled the air.
I, Hazard, now claim this land as mine. I be
the King of this land. If anyone is to object, please step forth and
speak now or forever hold your peace.