Post by tyrant on Nov 4, 2008 0:33:59 GMT -5
[/font][/center][/blockquote]_Leeland_
It all begins.
A brisk canter brought the sturdy steed-- elogant and regal-- into his land. Sweat glistened off his deep bay pelt, adding to the dramatic situation. Large, black hooves danced off the ground lightly as the toned and athletic body of Andalusian breed made his way into his territory. This was his land. This was his home. Coming from the challenging and battle grounds, his chest swelled with pride. Though he did not have to fight another stallion, and though he shed no blood, he came victorious.[/size]
Leeland slowed at the top of a hill. The chilled wind brushing and kissing the sweat off his chest and spine, sending relief and a snap of cold where the wind kissed. Deep russet eyes with specks of brilliant gold peered over his empty land. It was his, and it would be great. Craning his neck to get a better look at his profound empire, he snorted. He had the land-- now he needed inhabitants. The just king of Cimetire swirved on his haunches to set out to find worthy and justified equines to fill his empty, but grand terrain.
S T A T U S Complete
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C R E D I T S Authorship: me.
O O C Just needed to post in muh land.... : ]