Post by ~Draco~ on Jul 18, 2007 23:44:13 GMT -5
His golden and black body found it's way to the land he would call home. His brown eyes scaned the mountians and the vallies in search of humans. The long rope around his neck was proof that he had an incounter with the rustlers that were catching mustangs and making them tolerable riding mounts. He was having none of that as he escaped and made his way here to make a home. His black mane was wipped by the wind as he stood proud above the lands he loved and now called home. His daggers firmly planted and his brown orbs revolved over the land inspecting it as he saw an old wile stallion. He pranced over and was ready to fight.
The old black stallion looked at him and then dissapeared into a cloud of white dust as he neared him. Spirit sniffed and blew the dust. It was just dirt he determined the the vision the the black stallion glowing white was what made him come to inspect anyways so he looked at the sky and saw only stars. He rembered the passing of his father. It was a sad time for the whole herd and so he was in the lead at the young age of three.
Title: The Cimarron
Land discreption:
The rolling hilils shape into large mountinans which dip down low to make grassy valleys. The trees sourround it and keep it safe from intruders as they enter the lands. The sun sets east and rises west which is odd but happens. The full moon cast a beautiful sparkle to the mountians.
Lead Stallion:Spirit
Lead Mare:
The old black stallion looked at him and then dissapeared into a cloud of white dust as he neared him. Spirit sniffed and blew the dust. It was just dirt he determined the the vision the the black stallion glowing white was what made him come to inspect anyways so he looked at the sky and saw only stars. He rembered the passing of his father. It was a sad time for the whole herd and so he was in the lead at the young age of three.
Title: The Cimarron
Land discreption:
The rolling hilils shape into large mountinans which dip down low to make grassy valleys. The trees sourround it and keep it safe from intruders as they enter the lands. The sun sets east and rises west which is odd but happens. The full moon cast a beautiful sparkle to the mountians.
Lead Stallion:Spirit
Lead Mare:
