Post by cutieq on Sept 6, 2008 18:04:29 GMT -5
Proud crown held high on chesnut boa. He curved it, as he trod into the lands. HE heard rumor on the island that lad was up for the claiming. The power hungry beast had made his way down since he heard about it.
Smile curled on his kissers as he saw his lands. The scene, to him, was picturesque, like something one always dreams about. And all was his.
He let his forelegs prance, leaping from one piston to the other, shaking his mane. He let out a laugh, for he needed one. He hadn't in forever long.
His tassels streamed out behind in in a display of ravishing and mystique, his boa arched and kissers peeled back in a smile. His burning chesnut coat resembled that of a sunset, that attracted so many mares to him.
He blinked a long blink, covering his mocha orbs, making sure this was real-And not a familar dream. When he opened them, the same trees lived, the same vines intangled on the ground, the same turf blew in the late Summer breeze.
He allowed himself to trod on, at a working jog, to famalirze himself with his new lands. Everything was perfect and in place. Ravens watched him, gaurding there nests. AS he went past he bowed his head, as a sign of peace, and the ebony feather-heads bowed back.
A few Ibex raised there horned head at his sight. THe lead, a she-goat, belowed in demand. THis was her lands. But the beast, dubbed Burn, would show her. Her long horns started before her eyes and scraped her pale back. Her hair came down in shag and her thick neck had little hair at all. Her eyes where narrowed, but with a bellow and a rear from the sunset coated dragon sent the she-goat and her small herd running for there lives.
A green blob caught his attention. He stopped and lowered his head. To his surprise, a green tree frog stood doublle deckered to his small mate. THis reminded Burn on all the females he knocked up back in the other side of Isola DEi DEi. Back there, he sure was a player.
He trod on after watching the show, and turned into a small lope. Everything looked so bright and perfect.
He lowered his nose to a familair scent. A bitch in heat. A smile curved, his sheath extended. She was around here some where. She'd pay for living here before he by caring his foal.
He trod around, and soon found her. A dappled fawn like mare, with a dished head and curved boa. White tassels waved hello, and Burn fell for her instantly. She turned and gazed ever so softly at him. EXtending his sheath again, he trod up and without words, he mounted the perfect fawn-like mare, that stood like a greek statue.
"Beware! The fields are fertile!"
She said as he went along his buissness. BEfore grabbing her hide, he spoke gently in her perked ears.
"I embrace the fertility."
And he plowed the fields until they where screaming and groaning and asking for more.
When fun time was over, he turned on her and drover her out of his lands. Despite her beauty. he wasn't ready for a herd member. Yet. He had to carve his rules in stone before any could live here in this perfect place.
Smile curled on his kissers as he saw his lands. The scene, to him, was picturesque, like something one always dreams about. And all was his.
He let his forelegs prance, leaping from one piston to the other, shaking his mane. He let out a laugh, for he needed one. He hadn't in forever long.
His tassels streamed out behind in in a display of ravishing and mystique, his boa arched and kissers peeled back in a smile. His burning chesnut coat resembled that of a sunset, that attracted so many mares to him.
He blinked a long blink, covering his mocha orbs, making sure this was real-And not a familar dream. When he opened them, the same trees lived, the same vines intangled on the ground, the same turf blew in the late Summer breeze.
He allowed himself to trod on, at a working jog, to famalirze himself with his new lands. Everything was perfect and in place. Ravens watched him, gaurding there nests. AS he went past he bowed his head, as a sign of peace, and the ebony feather-heads bowed back.
A few Ibex raised there horned head at his sight. THe lead, a she-goat, belowed in demand. THis was her lands. But the beast, dubbed Burn, would show her. Her long horns started before her eyes and scraped her pale back. Her hair came down in shag and her thick neck had little hair at all. Her eyes where narrowed, but with a bellow and a rear from the sunset coated dragon sent the she-goat and her small herd running for there lives.
A green blob caught his attention. He stopped and lowered his head. To his surprise, a green tree frog stood doublle deckered to his small mate. THis reminded Burn on all the females he knocked up back in the other side of Isola DEi DEi. Back there, he sure was a player.
He trod on after watching the show, and turned into a small lope. Everything looked so bright and perfect.
He lowered his nose to a familair scent. A bitch in heat. A smile curved, his sheath extended. She was around here some where. She'd pay for living here before he by caring his foal.
He trod around, and soon found her. A dappled fawn like mare, with a dished head and curved boa. White tassels waved hello, and Burn fell for her instantly. She turned and gazed ever so softly at him. EXtending his sheath again, he trod up and without words, he mounted the perfect fawn-like mare, that stood like a greek statue.
"Beware! The fields are fertile!"
She said as he went along his buissness. BEfore grabbing her hide, he spoke gently in her perked ears.
"I embrace the fertility."
And he plowed the fields until they where screaming and groaning and asking for more.
When fun time was over, he turned on her and drover her out of his lands. Despite her beauty. he wasn't ready for a herd member. Yet. He had to carve his rules in stone before any could live here in this perfect place.
