Post by Vel on Dec 21, 2010 22:08:41 GMT -5
Polaris
The young brindled stallion quietly made his way into this land. It was more than safe to say he had always been curious. He had been told by many that this was not the place to go, but telling him not to go just made him want to go even more. So, on a day when he ad nothing better to do, Polaris decided to do just that.
From what he had heard other horses say, he expected this place to be like the bordello of the island. He was surprised to see that there was no one here except for the occasional rabbit that scampered by, trying to avoid being seen by hawks. Polaris did not blame them. If he were that small he would not want to be eaten either.
After several minutes of aimlessly wandering around, the black and white brindle let out a sigh and turned to head back. Obviously horses made a big deal out of this place when it really was nothing special. In fact, it seemed to be more exciting in Liberta of all places! Polaris sadly shook his head and began to walk home.
