Post by mystery12 on May 27, 2010 20:54:45 GMT -5
the rain pelted down onto the white sand. the unknown territory knew he was here, that he was home. Tharaman flung his great crown, making his white forlock drape over his orbs. the wind was calling his name, and it embraced him.
The beach air filled within the creamy stags deep lungs. It was clean, fresh...invigorating. His pace quickened. The ground slanted down into sandy floor as he felt now the fresh turf beneath his daggers. Banner carried high and pistons pumping, he was a sight to behold. Tharamans tall build and masculine body was kept in top shape. there was no fat to be seen anywhere. the rain pelted his coat, making him slick and shiny. the wind blew his long silver mane and tail around him. this unknown place was calling him.
Tharaman looked around him. the wind was blowing the tall slender palm trees, and he could see a dark cave behind them, among rocky cliffs. beyond the sand in which he stood, a deep ocean laid as far as the eye could see.
At this time, at this moment, Tharaman knew this was his home. This was where he would live and protect. giving a joyous rear and a small buck, he let out a shear cry that would surely let anyone who tried to cross his path know he was there. He knew this was what HE had been born for. to rule and be king.
Today was a new beginning, a new day and a new reign.
His mind se,t he set about exploring the realm, committing every palm tree, every rock to his remembrance, for you cannot protect that which you know nothing about. he decided it was time to check out the cave, for that was to be his home. inside, it looked smaller then it was. he heard his feet echo of the rocky ground. ears forward, neck gracefully arched, he walked calmly around.
inside there were lots of little chambers that could hold three or four foals or two horses. Tharaman pictured his herd, his beautiful little herd resting here, and smiled to himself. venturing further into his dark cave, he heard something. when he turned a corner, towards the very back of the cave, he saw a small room. he turned his crown to the thing he was hearing. a small trickle of water was pouring out of a crack in the cave, making a fountain of some sort. this is perfect.. Tharaman thought, turning his hindquarters, he lost himself in thought, and awaited the passing of the storm.
The beach air filled within the creamy stags deep lungs. It was clean, fresh...invigorating. His pace quickened. The ground slanted down into sandy floor as he felt now the fresh turf beneath his daggers. Banner carried high and pistons pumping, he was a sight to behold. Tharamans tall build and masculine body was kept in top shape. there was no fat to be seen anywhere. the rain pelted his coat, making him slick and shiny. the wind blew his long silver mane and tail around him. this unknown place was calling him.
Tharaman looked around him. the wind was blowing the tall slender palm trees, and he could see a dark cave behind them, among rocky cliffs. beyond the sand in which he stood, a deep ocean laid as far as the eye could see.
At this time, at this moment, Tharaman knew this was his home. This was where he would live and protect. giving a joyous rear and a small buck, he let out a shear cry that would surely let anyone who tried to cross his path know he was there. He knew this was what HE had been born for. to rule and be king.
Today was a new beginning, a new day and a new reign.
His mind se,t he set about exploring the realm, committing every palm tree, every rock to his remembrance, for you cannot protect that which you know nothing about. he decided it was time to check out the cave, for that was to be his home. inside, it looked smaller then it was. he heard his feet echo of the rocky ground. ears forward, neck gracefully arched, he walked calmly around.
inside there were lots of little chambers that could hold three or four foals or two horses. Tharaman pictured his herd, his beautiful little herd resting here, and smiled to himself. venturing further into his dark cave, he heard something. when he turned a corner, towards the very back of the cave, he saw a small room. he turned his crown to the thing he was hearing. a small trickle of water was pouring out of a crack in the cave, making a fountain of some sort. this is perfect.. Tharaman thought, turning his hindquarters, he lost himself in thought, and awaited the passing of the storm.
