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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Sept 29, 2010 15:47:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#000000]How long had he been walking? It seemed as if he were dragging his feet across the ground, as he passed underneath the changing leaves of the trees above. The stallion's sea-soaked coat didn't help him any, either, as he trekked into this unknown place. Ears danced upon the horse's head, taking in the foreign sounds. He had grown used to the constant waves pounding against the ship that was freighting him across the ocean. From the U.S as a breeding stud, Zandarkand wasn't supposed to have been on such an island. But he had wanted freedom more than anything.
So during his morning jog along the vast desk of the ship, he broke free of his handler's grasp, managing to break the clasp on his lead, and barreled over the edge of the ship. He was at the mercy of the waves in an instant, and with each wave, he was pushed farther and farther from the boat, farther from the nets that tried to get him back in civilized hands. The people aboard the boat watched in horror as their prized Thoroughbred was lost at sea.
And now, here Zandarkand was. Upon an island, ablaze with color, on his own without human intervention. The chestnut stallion shook his head, the halter still upon his face, the delicate threads dancing across his nose. He could smell other horses, and a small smile crossed his maw. He stepped into the early morning sunlight, his eyes blinking as they got used to the sudden brilliance. Glancing along the small meadow he had happened upon, Zandarkand stood still. His salty coat dried slowly, the deep color melting away to a brilliant chestnut, almost like a pretty new penny.
If there were horses here, where exactly were they?
! and here is zandarkand! |
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