Post by Rayden on Jun 17, 2006 20:25:44 GMT -5
The short, stout, chunky tater tot of a pony came gallivanting into his new lands like an uncalled upon hurricane.
This is it. This will do perfectly!
He sighed, halted and observed. The silence. The sway, and the hymn of the plains sighing in the cool evening breeze. Rayden smiled, and whinnied loudly. This was his land! He was so full of pride, he wished his mother was still alive so he had had a place for her better passing.
But that was the past. It was best behind you in such cases.
Tossing his small auburn and red head, he tossed his dread lock hair and whinnied kicking off to a canter. The grass barfed beneath his hooves as they printed and fresh pressed their faces against the iron bent blades of wheat and grass. They bore their name's into the soft sod.
He thrashed his lance and bucked a few times, making alot of useless hubbub and ruckus.
He slid, and kicked, and reared and whinnied. He stomped, and leaped and rolled and drug himself all in the dirt.
My dirt!
Exhausted, he lay on his back, rib cage rhythmically beating up and down with his pants for breath. He exhaled a role of hot breath from his funnels and closed his eyes, relaxing and absorbing the environment. Then he began to feel terribly lonely. He wanted a friend. Hell - he always wanted a friend. No. Now he was by himself.
Well you bastard get your ass up and look for a friend!
He jolted his head over, and laid on his knees. Then he looked about. The Helkath forest caught his eyes. It was far away, but you could see the detestable fog that loomed above it.
......I wonder......
He snorted and studied the area a bit more, coming to a conclusion.
If I'm going to bring horses here to live, I'd best know what's around and about my land.
He nodded in self agreement and popped up. Neighing boldly and playfully once more, the little pony frantically galloped away down the plains in search of the mysteries that Helkath embedded in her shroud of fog.
This is it. This will do perfectly!
He sighed, halted and observed. The silence. The sway, and the hymn of the plains sighing in the cool evening breeze. Rayden smiled, and whinnied loudly. This was his land! He was so full of pride, he wished his mother was still alive so he had had a place for her better passing.
But that was the past. It was best behind you in such cases.
Tossing his small auburn and red head, he tossed his dread lock hair and whinnied kicking off to a canter. The grass barfed beneath his hooves as they printed and fresh pressed their faces against the iron bent blades of wheat and grass. They bore their name's into the soft sod.
He thrashed his lance and bucked a few times, making alot of useless hubbub and ruckus.
He slid, and kicked, and reared and whinnied. He stomped, and leaped and rolled and drug himself all in the dirt.
My dirt!
Exhausted, he lay on his back, rib cage rhythmically beating up and down with his pants for breath. He exhaled a role of hot breath from his funnels and closed his eyes, relaxing and absorbing the environment. Then he began to feel terribly lonely. He wanted a friend. Hell - he always wanted a friend. No. Now he was by himself.
Well you bastard get your ass up and look for a friend!
He jolted his head over, and laid on his knees. Then he looked about. The Helkath forest caught his eyes. It was far away, but you could see the detestable fog that loomed above it.
......I wonder......
He snorted and studied the area a bit more, coming to a conclusion.
If I'm going to bring horses here to live, I'd best know what's around and about my land.
He nodded in self agreement and popped up. Neighing boldly and playfully once more, the little pony frantically galloped away down the plains in search of the mysteries that Helkath embedded in her shroud of fog.
