Post by Brenna on Dec 9, 2007 22:41:34 GMT -5
Daggers clipped the side of the cliff as I rounded my body to gallop around it. Rocks fell off the side of it and tumbled down. Boa arched as my dished head tucked in nicely close to my chest. Auds pinned back to show any other stallions here that I meant business and if they tried to take this away from me, they would surely die. Heart beated against my chest almost popping out. Nares flared, now running up the large mountian and threw the forest. Branches whipping at my face and getting tangled in my mane. I just flew past them, letting them rip out my tassles or hit me in the face. I dodged most of them, unless my head just got numb and I didn't feel the rest of it.
A large nicker of excitment seemed to have excapted my mug as I got out more into the open. Hind legs kicked upwards large eyes wide open and scanning the area. The wind blowing against me, but that didn't have much affect. Sweat covered my bay pelt, making me look darker than I already was. No marking bare on my thin frame. I four beated until I almost ran into the entrance of a cave. I turned around, rearing up slightly.
Dished head raised crimson pelt dripping with salty liquid. Nares flared as I stoped and looked over the cliff. I could see everything. Like watching my own little world, all of the West lands could be seen from this height. And so far, vertigo hadn't bothered me yet. I shook my frame before I raised onto my hind pillars. Large snort erupted from me, followed by a large call of the claiming of this Kingdom.
I, New York, claim this land. Stallions beware, mares be welcome. My herd needs building and my Queen needs to become.
A large nicker of excitment seemed to have excapted my mug as I got out more into the open. Hind legs kicked upwards large eyes wide open and scanning the area. The wind blowing against me, but that didn't have much affect. Sweat covered my bay pelt, making me look darker than I already was. No marking bare on my thin frame. I four beated until I almost ran into the entrance of a cave. I turned around, rearing up slightly.
Dished head raised crimson pelt dripping with salty liquid. Nares flared as I stoped and looked over the cliff. I could see everything. Like watching my own little world, all of the West lands could be seen from this height. And so far, vertigo hadn't bothered me yet. I shook my frame before I raised onto my hind pillars. Large snort erupted from me, followed by a large call of the claiming of this Kingdom.
I, New York, claim this land. Stallions beware, mares be welcome. My herd needs building and my Queen needs to become.