Post by steph on Jun 3, 2008 16:53:15 GMT -5
A strong thunder storm was echoing in the land of Midnight Acers, it was like it was telling those who lived that something was coming.
The rain was a continuous sheet not letting down for anything, the paths where beginning to flood. Small animals where looking for higher ground for their homes where flooded. Claps of thunder where threatening and where quickly followed with golden streaks threw the sky. Trees where falling as the lightning hit them, small fires where starting, but they where put out effortlessly by the rain. But, the worst of this storm was the wind that it brought with it. Howling and tearing down trees and ripping up bushes, it was like the wind was seeking revenge on the land but what was it after?
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Dappled pillars struck the earth as the water on the ground splash from the force of the impact. Bodice was wet and splattered with mud, rain stung at the beats eyes, but on he pushed. Determination pulsed threw his body he was a new habitant to Midnight Acers and he wanted a land to call his own. The stallion followed the wind, for it told him where he was destined to be and it had yet to let the great beast down.
After what seemed like forever the storm lightened and so did the speed of the stallion. Slowing to a canter Yarraman listened around him, but he couldn’t here anything. The air around him was in a complete fog and the ground below was pulling him into it, like a flooded marsh. A screeching noise sounded above and the mighty Yarraman raised his head, he ducked it just in time. Bats came swarming out of a nearby cave; it was time for them to feast.
The howling amongst the wind ceased and now the wind was speaking and the name it spoke was that of the beast it followed, the dark, powerful, feared, YARRAMAN. It was at that point that the stallion knew that this was the place he would call home. Coming to a sudden stop the beast reared and tossed his head into the air. His maw parted as a rumbling call escaped his throat; it was his call of calamine, a warning to all that his soul would fover taunt this land.
The rain was a continuous sheet not letting down for anything, the paths where beginning to flood. Small animals where looking for higher ground for their homes where flooded. Claps of thunder where threatening and where quickly followed with golden streaks threw the sky. Trees where falling as the lightning hit them, small fires where starting, but they where put out effortlessly by the rain. But, the worst of this storm was the wind that it brought with it. Howling and tearing down trees and ripping up bushes, it was like the wind was seeking revenge on the land but what was it after?
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Dappled pillars struck the earth as the water on the ground splash from the force of the impact. Bodice was wet and splattered with mud, rain stung at the beats eyes, but on he pushed. Determination pulsed threw his body he was a new habitant to Midnight Acers and he wanted a land to call his own. The stallion followed the wind, for it told him where he was destined to be and it had yet to let the great beast down.
After what seemed like forever the storm lightened and so did the speed of the stallion. Slowing to a canter Yarraman listened around him, but he couldn’t here anything. The air around him was in a complete fog and the ground below was pulling him into it, like a flooded marsh. A screeching noise sounded above and the mighty Yarraman raised his head, he ducked it just in time. Bats came swarming out of a nearby cave; it was time for them to feast.
The howling amongst the wind ceased and now the wind was speaking and the name it spoke was that of the beast it followed, the dark, powerful, feared, YARRAMAN. It was at that point that the stallion knew that this was the place he would call home. Coming to a sudden stop the beast reared and tossed his head into the air. His maw parted as a rumbling call escaped his throat; it was his call of calamine, a warning to all that his soul would fover taunt this land.