Post by Vel on Jun 20, 2008 23:48:39 GMT -5
ooc// sorry for long post.
Daggers struck the ground in a rythmical three beat pace. Beautiful arabian neck arched and shook. Pure ebony form hidden in the shadows of the trees. He continued to canter onward, loving every minute of it. He swished his tail at the pesky bugs. There were too many on hot, summer days like these. Three beat gait soon slowed to a long, slow two beat trot. He soon stopped not far from a small stream of cool, clear flowing water. He walked up to it. He dipped his maw down do drink the crystal clear liquid that flowed. When he had quenched his thirst his head shot up at the sound of something nearby. His ebony orbs looked for what was making the sound. Auds flicked to search for it. He heard something a few yards in front of him. He got into a stance that would let him fight or flee. He watched. Nothing. He kept on watching. He knew something was in there. He soon let his guard down when a doe and her newly born fawn stepped out of the bushes. He nodded his head to her as a sign that he meant no harm to her or the fawn. She nodded back and walked on with her fawn. He smiled as they left. He was glad that deer did not mean any harm, for every equine would be in danger. The island had many deer on it. They were still rareluy seen though. Such elusive creatures. He had always wondered how they kept from those that would cause them harm.
Soon after the deer had left, he picked up a brisk trot. His powerful hindquarters propelled him along the groudn. He snorted and bucked, moving into a fast canter. He stayed along the water's edge. The river soon grew wider and deeper. He slowed down as a gut of warm air blew through his charcoal mane, and whipped it around his neck. The wind carried the scent of a fellow equine somewhere ahead of him. He threw his head and slowly walk on. His auds and orbs darted around looking for the other equine somewhere. He walked for about five or six minutes when their scent was stronger. He walked in the direction it ha come from. The river began to size down now. He new it was probably ending in a pond or a small lake up ahead. As he moved the trees became less dense as he neared the clearing. He stopped when he saw the form of another equine a few hundred yards away from himself. He whinnied cautiously, for he did not if they were a friend or a foe. He was ready either way.
Daggers struck the ground in a rythmical three beat pace. Beautiful arabian neck arched and shook. Pure ebony form hidden in the shadows of the trees. He continued to canter onward, loving every minute of it. He swished his tail at the pesky bugs. There were too many on hot, summer days like these. Three beat gait soon slowed to a long, slow two beat trot. He soon stopped not far from a small stream of cool, clear flowing water. He walked up to it. He dipped his maw down do drink the crystal clear liquid that flowed. When he had quenched his thirst his head shot up at the sound of something nearby. His ebony orbs looked for what was making the sound. Auds flicked to search for it. He heard something a few yards in front of him. He got into a stance that would let him fight or flee. He watched. Nothing. He kept on watching. He knew something was in there. He soon let his guard down when a doe and her newly born fawn stepped out of the bushes. He nodded his head to her as a sign that he meant no harm to her or the fawn. She nodded back and walked on with her fawn. He smiled as they left. He was glad that deer did not mean any harm, for every equine would be in danger. The island had many deer on it. They were still rareluy seen though. Such elusive creatures. He had always wondered how they kept from those that would cause them harm.
Soon after the deer had left, he picked up a brisk trot. His powerful hindquarters propelled him along the groudn. He snorted and bucked, moving into a fast canter. He stayed along the water's edge. The river soon grew wider and deeper. He slowed down as a gut of warm air blew through his charcoal mane, and whipped it around his neck. The wind carried the scent of a fellow equine somewhere ahead of him. He threw his head and slowly walk on. His auds and orbs darted around looking for the other equine somewhere. He walked for about five or six minutes when their scent was stronger. He walked in the direction it ha come from. The river began to size down now. He new it was probably ending in a pond or a small lake up ahead. As he moved the trees became less dense as he neared the clearing. He stopped when he saw the form of another equine a few hundred yards away from himself. He whinnied cautiously, for he did not if they were a friend or a foe. He was ready either way.
