Post by x.:.Prophecy.:.X on Jan 9, 2007 19:15:21 GMT -5
A snort erupted from the quiet thickets, his breath making fog in the cool morning. A sun-kissed drake emitted from the bushes, his champagne tresses lay flat on his arched serpentine, auds pricked as if to catch the smallest sounds. Toned muscles moved smoothly from under the brute's golden pelt, his ivory tail swatted at the blood suckers that pestered his rump.
He placed his finely chiseled crown close to the leaf covered sodden and moved forward, nares flaring as they searched for a scent of any other equine. Leaves crunched under his weight as each flint was placed in front of the other. Nothing...not a scent or sound. This was a non-claimed land, but it would soon not be. He lifted his head and reared, fore-daggers slicing through the misty air, fog curling around his body.
"I, Prophecy, claim this land for my own!"
He said, staying up as long as he could. When all four pillars were lowered again and on the sod, a snort exited his pools and he went around and spread his scent all around. This was his land and always would be.