Post by kirjava on Jun 9, 2008 11:05:23 GMT -5
Two toned pelt would have been easy to spot in the sun light days. yet in the creeping shadows of the timbers, even jentry's light colored pelt was covered like the fall of night inside the shadows of the towering timbers.
Jentry moved ceaselessly. Determination brought forth his elegant stride, that made him appear slightly feminine. Though as his optics saw truth of light ahead of himself. And the cooling airs of the shade mingled with that of sun; it's kissed heat wavering closer to his figure. Jentry hastened his pace. As if fretful that someone might want to beat him to the trophy. Land. Land was Jentrys prize. For what he sought to control. He entered forth the terra, as if a ruler he was. Crown held high, proud. Pistons arched a little less. Tapestry floated into the windless air, as bronze optics moved over the terra in front of him.
It was small, in a way, yet no so much in another. At his right set root two willows, broad and dreary. To his left ran smooth a river. It's waters glistened softly, clear and blue. Reflecting the light that came down from the sun's surface. The grasses were a silvery green. A light blue tinge mingled on the surface. Jentry lowered his dome to taste such a tarnished grass. Sensitive upper lip moved to bring in a full mouthful. After filling his brutish maw, he tore the greens away from their roots. Chopping lightly on the grasses. At first taste they were sour, and frosty, yet as he chewed through their protected shields Jentry came to realize the tangy lingering taste on his soft pink tape.
Farther inspection of the land came to a close. His choice was made. This land would be his, for his own herd to roam. His to spawn foals under, and other such fine details. he cantered to what appeared to be a center ring in the clearing, and stamped his front hoof. Rearing, as if to call attention to himself. When his front toes touched the ground, and started to support his weight, Jentry called forth, his musical tones serious in every way as he staked his claim.
Let all creatures know that from this day on, That from this moment on, This land will belong to Jentry. I will rule this land like a king, those who trespassers will be KILLED. he bellowed the last word, His hollow optics were pleased to here it reverberate off the trees, to her his vocals echo and play again as he claimed the land.
Jentry moved ceaselessly. Determination brought forth his elegant stride, that made him appear slightly feminine. Though as his optics saw truth of light ahead of himself. And the cooling airs of the shade mingled with that of sun; it's kissed heat wavering closer to his figure. Jentry hastened his pace. As if fretful that someone might want to beat him to the trophy. Land. Land was Jentrys prize. For what he sought to control. He entered forth the terra, as if a ruler he was. Crown held high, proud. Pistons arched a little less. Tapestry floated into the windless air, as bronze optics moved over the terra in front of him.
It was small, in a way, yet no so much in another. At his right set root two willows, broad and dreary. To his left ran smooth a river. It's waters glistened softly, clear and blue. Reflecting the light that came down from the sun's surface. The grasses were a silvery green. A light blue tinge mingled on the surface. Jentry lowered his dome to taste such a tarnished grass. Sensitive upper lip moved to bring in a full mouthful. After filling his brutish maw, he tore the greens away from their roots. Chopping lightly on the grasses. At first taste they were sour, and frosty, yet as he chewed through their protected shields Jentry came to realize the tangy lingering taste on his soft pink tape.
Farther inspection of the land came to a close. His choice was made. This land would be his, for his own herd to roam. His to spawn foals under, and other such fine details. he cantered to what appeared to be a center ring in the clearing, and stamped his front hoof. Rearing, as if to call attention to himself. When his front toes touched the ground, and started to support his weight, Jentry called forth, his musical tones serious in every way as he staked his claim.
Let all creatures know that from this day on, That from this moment on, This land will belong to Jentry. I will rule this land like a king, those who trespassers will be KILLED. he bellowed the last word, His hollow optics were pleased to here it reverberate off the trees, to her his vocals echo and play again as he claimed the land.
