Mine Onceover

[Smoky]

Uncharted waters, or in this case, lands, rumbled with the hoofbeats of someone new. There was a stallion here, a man of cream and tan, tall and elegant. He faltered here and there, at the sound of other far off horses. It made his skin twitch and his feet startle, as if he wanted to bolt from the sound. His footsteps held when it was quiet though, and while he appeared to move without haste through the land, he would occasionally pick up the pace enough to have any watcher thinking he was getting ready to leave from where he had discovered. He was just getting started however, and so the story would begin.


A home is a beautiful thing, something that Taj had missed since the day he'd left his mother's side. He missed the lands of Spain, and though he'd never seen Italy, that would have been better than here in some aspects. He knew that he'd never be able to swim and reach a shore again, so he accepted life here. He wanted his own home though, if he was going to stay he wanted his own herd. He was as important as anyone else here, and if he was stuck here it was worth it to him to make it known. He'd been in hiding for as long as he'd been here, roughly two years at his best guess. It was time to stake a claim to his own patch of land on this island, and make himself known as well as anyone else. This place he had wandered into though, this was what he could have called home without a second thought. He'd been exploring for hours, and the place seemed perfect. It opened with grassy green meadows that were friendly and inviting, but to get into the heart of the place, you had to pass through a forest of great ancient pines, that had made him feel as if time had frozen. Afterwards it was simply grassland leading up to cliffs of a red stone that the sunset would be magnificent out over the water from. There was a small stretch of beach below the cliffs, but he had yet to figure out a way to get down to them. He supposed the place would have many more secrets to share with him in the years he wanted to have come. He needed a place on the island where he could wish away the fairytales, just even just a little while. He needed somewhere where he could be himself without fear, and he wanted to make this the place. He let the words trumpet out of his mouth, words spun with the image of how the place could be in years to come still in his mind. "I wish upon this land my rulership, and upon it I give the name Bello Tramonto. It is Italian that this land is, so I shall name it within its own language. The sunsets here will indeed be beautiful. "


The words were rough, as two years, and not spoken elegantly or conventionally. He'd get back into it though, and he hoped it would be with someone to share the land with. He would let it rise to fame now, the thing could escalate well if he nurtured it right. He'd do it. This land would become known, as would he. He was done hiding. [/color][/size]

[Wolfie]

HIT 'EM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES !!!
Andar.

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Andar was not a familair name in Isola Dei Dei. He had stayed hidden for so long, barely stirring in the deep shadows of Terra Scure. Yet finally he had heard talk of a land up for claiming, and had set out the next day in search of it. It had been a long journey, but finally he found it. A big, swollen land engulfed in Evergreens. It had a sweeter appearance than the stallion was hoping for, but it looked like the perfect place to begin his sinister seduction of this land.. luring in horse after horse.. watching them fall into his trap.. how beautiful it all would be! And how well mapped out everything was. Andar smugly smiled, but it was wiped right off his face as soon as he caught glimpse of a young stag right in the middle of it.

Andar perked his ears and picked up every word the colt said. He chuckled lightly, and began walking towards him. Lovely story. He said, laughing a bit before halting beside the creme colt. You talk pretty wise for a colt of your age. He gazed far off at the snow-bathed land before turning back. But surely you aren't claiming this land. I have watched you. He sighed. You seem to spook easy. You're skittish. Young.. not fit to rule a land. He walked off to stand a few feet away from the other horse, and staring off, added Would it not be much smarter to hand over this land to a stallion who fits leadership requirements?. He rose his left foreleg and disrupted the snow in front of him.

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[Smoky]

Taj mentally jumped out of his skin at the voice of another in his newly claimed land. His physical body however stayed calm and still, as he turned to face the newcomer. Lovely story.You talk pretty wise for a colt of your age. Taj bristled at that. He was not as old as some true, but he was far old enough to take control of a simple empty land by the sea cliffs. "I'd watch it pops. You're talking yourself up when we both know that it's the young who take and hold lands these days. This place is mine now, so if you're here to cause trouble within the first five minutes of my name being on it, go jump off a sea cliff." The harsh words were not unfamiliar as his ego had been similar when he still used a voice that was just beginning to see new wear. The words now were strong though, solid as if he had just cleared his throat and was now back to normal. But surely you aren't claiming this land. I have watched you. The other sighed. He was arrogant, that was the word for such a way of acting. He was also rude, annoying, and now it seemed trespassing. You seem to spook easy. You're skittish. Young.. not fit to rule a land.
"I didn't think you were old enough for your ears to have gone yet, but let me spell this out again for you. Or do I need to use sign language? I have set my claim down here. This is my place of rest, and you are not needed here. I spook easily because the place is new. Familiarity comes with time, which one so wise as you should know. "


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"I wish upon this land my rulership, and upon it I give the name Bello Tramonto. It is Italian that this land is, so I shall name it within its own language. The sunsets here will indeed be beautiful. "


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