Post by Danae on Jul 16, 2007 18:39:11 GMT -5
`a claim bellowed from the stallion's lungs
[/font][/b]& doesn't that sound familiar, doesn't that hit too close to home
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A pair of muscled equines charged into the clearing. A clearing, surrounded by a sharp incline of rock, a deep crater-like area in the land. The bare rock walls rose thousands of feet in the air, reaching into the sky, sending sunlight down into it's depths. A thick forest lined the rim of the area, a small crystal waterfall sprouting at the south corner, flowing smoothly into a shallow, clear stream jutting through the middle of the land. To the west, a small entrance in the trees, makried by a large rock, shaped roughly in the shape of a rearing horse. Tumbling vines lined the stone horse's legs, thick bushes growing around it's hind pillars.
The horse's ran, one slightly ahead of the other, white coat, tall and strong. The other, a taller gray, dappled and aging rapidly. The pair circled, and slowed in the center. White rose on hind legs, striking the air, a claim bellowed from the stallion's lungs. A shrill call, staking the land as his won. The gray circled triumphantly around the white, prancing and tossing silver mane in the breeze. As the white regained earth, a black eagle circled the stags, cried a song, then rose graiciously out of the land.
the amien lows
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