Post by katiekitten on Mar 31, 2009 2:40:11 GMT -5
I was uncertain on how alive the other thread here was...? In any case, I'll need a new thread to wrap up what happened in my introduction. Expect to see me at your thread, Vikki. :3
The [splintering] lavish affections of a self consumed mind-[/center][/color][/font]
A chill breeze whispered across the broken plane, trilling softly over the dry whisps of grass and reeds springing along the riverbank. Scattered dirt humped and ridged over the haphazard hoof imprints that scarred the western bank, mirrored, in part, on the stronger earth on the opposite side. There a grey stallion stood, sides heaving his panting breaths, chestnut eyes fixed on the tumbling river below him.
Nothing else moved.
Flicking an ear cautiously back, the stallion crept slowly forward to the very edge of the semi-sheer cliff that led down to the water and peered carefully over the edge.
Nothing but the frothing ice melt and the stones and the bedraggled splinters of a tree.
He grinned. He'd won.
Turning, he cast a swift eye over his weathered surroundings, euphoria gradually bubbling inside him to the point that his flanks trembled with barely suppressed excitement. He'd done it - he'd reached his goal, the tainting of his original tribe and eventual cast away- and now-!
He snorted, tossing his head, and then, unable to resist, whickered joyously at the sky.
MINE.
OOC: x3 Yes, this is a challenge. He will fight for all of the land he can get, m'dear. Aisad isn't as dead as he might seem, though.
Baroque and Aisad
[/size][/color]The [splintering] lavish affections of a self consumed mind-[/center][/color][/font]
A chill breeze whispered across the broken plane, trilling softly over the dry whisps of grass and reeds springing along the riverbank. Scattered dirt humped and ridged over the haphazard hoof imprints that scarred the western bank, mirrored, in part, on the stronger earth on the opposite side. There a grey stallion stood, sides heaving his panting breaths, chestnut eyes fixed on the tumbling river below him.
Nothing else moved.
Flicking an ear cautiously back, the stallion crept slowly forward to the very edge of the semi-sheer cliff that led down to the water and peered carefully over the edge.
Nothing but the frothing ice melt and the stones and the bedraggled splinters of a tree.
He grinned. He'd won.
Turning, he cast a swift eye over his weathered surroundings, euphoria gradually bubbling inside him to the point that his flanks trembled with barely suppressed excitement. He'd done it - he'd reached his goal, the tainting of his original tribe and eventual cast away- and now-!
He snorted, tossing his head, and then, unable to resist, whickered joyously at the sky.
MINE.
OOC: x3 Yes, this is a challenge. He will fight for all of the land he can get, m'dear. Aisad isn't as dead as he might seem, though.
