Post by dragonlair on Dec 24, 2010 3:06:55 GMT -6
{of the King.}
Daggers dug deep into the clay as the stud raced along the edge river, leading straight towards a waterfall. He plunged to a stop, hooves skidding on the rocks as he felt his fetlocks slip a little. He snorted and reared when he succeeded in his abrupt ending, looking down the falls to see the end crashing into the river below. He stepped off the edge, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Maybe he committed suicide. Or, maybe, he found a hidden path and he went along it. The black hide shone immensely from the mist of the falls, the frozen air giving him a slight sheen as snow and ice collected into his mane and tail.
the sound of racing hooves echoed along the canyon. "Anoximoon! Be Careful!" the scream of an agonized mother as the blind colt disappeared amongst the ruins.
Dragon came back to reality as he dragged himself off of memory lane and focused on the narrow game path leading down the falls. If it were not for the chill, he would have taken the liquid route rather than risking being come upon by a rival on such a ridiculous trail. He pinned his ears back and snorted, irritated with the slow pace. Giving up, the large black stud leapt down the path in great pounds, hitting the bottom with a loud *THUD*. He reared, a sharp neigh existing his soft black muzzle.
His display was somewhat childish, but the older stud felt good in his skin. He did miss his homeland terribly, as well as the strong herd he had built up with his love, Arabian Nites. The thought of the dark mare made him shiver and he smirked. They were a perfect match, a well-matched team. Silver Murder, her brother, had been tough to win over, but once he had stud in the right rank, the two were like old war buddies. And Beast... Well who knew what happened to the ol' friesian. He had been partially neutral, but had gone dark before the herd split. His mate, Lioness, had disappeared as well with one of their daughters.
Dragon shook out his mane and stood next the roaring falls. The absence of every day noise soothed his half-beating hard and his scars became forgotten.
All of a sudden everything exploded. A palomino stud burst into the clearing, heading straight towards the black stud, teeth bared and neck arched. He skidded to a stop near inches away from Dragon. "Who are you?" the mongreal snorted. Dragon cocked his head to the side. He stood a good hand or two above the Paso Fino, and had a good leverage on age and experience. He did not speak, just let the fool stand there for a few moments. Dragon stomped both front hooves down and snaked his neck out, tearing at the young studs neck with his sharp teeth, ears pinned flat against his black skull. The Paso stud jumped back and turned tail. He was out-matched, for now.
Dragon snorted and turned to the river. He dipped his muzzle to take a sip, ears straight up, listening to all the sounds around him.
ooc. The Paso Fino is actually a character im going to be roleplaying soon
Daggers dug deep into the clay as the stud raced along the edge river, leading straight towards a waterfall. He plunged to a stop, hooves skidding on the rocks as he felt his fetlocks slip a little. He snorted and reared when he succeeded in his abrupt ending, looking down the falls to see the end crashing into the river below. He stepped off the edge, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Maybe he committed suicide. Or, maybe, he found a hidden path and he went along it. The black hide shone immensely from the mist of the falls, the frozen air giving him a slight sheen as snow and ice collected into his mane and tail.
the sound of racing hooves echoed along the canyon. "Anoximoon! Be Careful!" the scream of an agonized mother as the blind colt disappeared amongst the ruins.
Dragon came back to reality as he dragged himself off of memory lane and focused on the narrow game path leading down the falls. If it were not for the chill, he would have taken the liquid route rather than risking being come upon by a rival on such a ridiculous trail. He pinned his ears back and snorted, irritated with the slow pace. Giving up, the large black stud leapt down the path in great pounds, hitting the bottom with a loud *THUD*. He reared, a sharp neigh existing his soft black muzzle.
His display was somewhat childish, but the older stud felt good in his skin. He did miss his homeland terribly, as well as the strong herd he had built up with his love, Arabian Nites. The thought of the dark mare made him shiver and he smirked. They were a perfect match, a well-matched team. Silver Murder, her brother, had been tough to win over, but once he had stud in the right rank, the two were like old war buddies. And Beast... Well who knew what happened to the ol' friesian. He had been partially neutral, but had gone dark before the herd split. His mate, Lioness, had disappeared as well with one of their daughters.
Dragon shook out his mane and stood next the roaring falls. The absence of every day noise soothed his half-beating hard and his scars became forgotten.
All of a sudden everything exploded. A palomino stud burst into the clearing, heading straight towards the black stud, teeth bared and neck arched. He skidded to a stop near inches away from Dragon. "Who are you?" the mongreal snorted. Dragon cocked his head to the side. He stood a good hand or two above the Paso Fino, and had a good leverage on age and experience. He did not speak, just let the fool stand there for a few moments. Dragon stomped both front hooves down and snaked his neck out, tearing at the young studs neck with his sharp teeth, ears pinned flat against his black skull. The Paso stud jumped back and turned tail. He was out-matched, for now.
Dragon snorted and turned to the river. He dipped his muzzle to take a sip, ears straight up, listening to all the sounds around him.
ooc. The Paso Fino is actually a character im going to be roleplaying soon
