Post by ms on Feb 7, 2008 18:09:46 GMT -5
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Strix stepped into the water of the lake, watching as the black water washed on his black hooves, the tips of his long tail dyed in the stuff. Looking over the vastness of the lake, he felt a grin dance on his lips, at the thought of setting up a herd here. What a place, to rule over, to bring a foal and its slave mother to live, to be master of a domain! How fitting, the skeletal stallion and the lake of night. Such beautiful poetry.
Dipping his white velvets into the water, he drew gulps from its depths, staining his mouth and mane tips in the black. Oh yes, he must have this place. Stepping out of the water, he shook himself off, licking the algae from his incisors, scanning the horizon for an unclaimed piece of territory. Cantering in a way that only a Fox Trotter could, he wagged his head from side to side, inspecting every inch of the bank of the massive body of water, grazing here and there as whim let him.
As the sun began to set in the west, he went to drink from the lake again, curious as to what was under the night of the world. Stepping far enough for the water to come half way up his legs, he dunked his head under, creaking his eyes open just enough to see the ugliest face ever before laid eyes on. It was a fish, massive in size and teeth barring from his under lip. Strix tilted his head, then pulled it up, his white face coated in black. After a second, he reared up, bringing his hooves down into the water with a force that sprayed his underside with water, ducking his head under again when the ripples had settled.
He grinned and almost laughed under the cool aqua as the head of the fish floated past, the body rising to the surface. Wonderful, now there really was blood in this lake!
332 words.
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[/glow]Strix stepped into the water of the lake, watching as the black water washed on his black hooves, the tips of his long tail dyed in the stuff. Looking over the vastness of the lake, he felt a grin dance on his lips, at the thought of setting up a herd here. What a place, to rule over, to bring a foal and its slave mother to live, to be master of a domain! How fitting, the skeletal stallion and the lake of night. Such beautiful poetry.
Dipping his white velvets into the water, he drew gulps from its depths, staining his mouth and mane tips in the black. Oh yes, he must have this place. Stepping out of the water, he shook himself off, licking the algae from his incisors, scanning the horizon for an unclaimed piece of territory. Cantering in a way that only a Fox Trotter could, he wagged his head from side to side, inspecting every inch of the bank of the massive body of water, grazing here and there as whim let him.
As the sun began to set in the west, he went to drink from the lake again, curious as to what was under the night of the world. Stepping far enough for the water to come half way up his legs, he dunked his head under, creaking his eyes open just enough to see the ugliest face ever before laid eyes on. It was a fish, massive in size and teeth barring from his under lip. Strix tilted his head, then pulled it up, his white face coated in black. After a second, he reared up, bringing his hooves down into the water with a force that sprayed his underside with water, ducking his head under again when the ripples had settled.
He grinned and almost laughed under the cool aqua as the head of the fish floated past, the body rising to the surface. Wonderful, now there really was blood in this lake!
332 words.
