Freedom
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~Some call it strange, I call it freedom~
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Post by Freedom on Jan 11, 2012 22:54:51 GMT -5
Cosmic
The round sun was larger than life as it set. It was drowning in an ocean of hot earth and dry grass. Colors threw themselves across the wide vast plains. The thin deep ground rock seemed rather light and insignificant compared to the fire now dancing off the rays from the setting star. Patches of dirt and sand littered the ground, however insignificant it seemed. It was a vital part of life here. What contrasted even more than the impressive gold of the orb setting in the sky, was a silhouette. The sharp edges were almost picture-like in the shape of a wild draft stallion. No, he wasn't rearing or posing. He was simply going about his business. His fearsome head was bowed and his powerful neck was lowered to the level of his back. The stag's withers and hind bobbed at each step. His head, though it shouldn't have been, was rather motionless as he continued. Yet, a simple walk in a grassland during sunset is a beautiful thing, to this horse it was business. Soon the searing heat would turn, as if bipolar, into a freezing dark night. Even more, he would lay claim to these lands. Although they seem barren and unwanted, they were rich. For just beyond the hill lay a small lake. It was a haven compared to the rest of the land. For dry grass dwelled there. These thoughts rushed through his mind, yes he would rule over a herd. As peaceful as a draft may seem, many will soon find that Cosmic is quite the opposite, despite his hate. You see, even the beautiful things can be ugly.
Coming over the hill, the stallion stopped. There it was. He had scented it from quite far away. A lake. A little lake. No, it was more than that. For this lake now contained his life, and the life of his soon to be herd. He would prosper here. As he gazed confidence layered itself over him. Yes, this would be his palace, and this time the herd would obey his every direction. And with this thought, he raised his mighty head, "I now claim this land to be mine. For I shall now hold power as to be your faithful and true monarch. The monarch of the most prosperous land, for together it shall become ours. Follow me and you'll never be sorry. Come now to your king. Join me in the Cosmetic Canyons." His voice rang over the empty hollow, it threw itself over the shallow, yet stretching lake before him. Authority strung his baritone. It was pure power. This time he wasn't going to leave. This time he was going to stay and fight. For he was stallion of this land now. Of course, in his heart, it struck. The venom of his last herd, the herd that never was...
ooc: Name: Cosmetic Canyons
Terrain: It is dry plains filled with spots of dirt and sand. There are patches of grass here and there, it's covered by the pine tree needles that scatter themselves about, but most of it is around the lake. The lake is a very shallow yet wide and long. A little further up the hill that surrounds the lake there are many rocks, in which foals do enjoy playing on and worrying their dams dearly. In the distance you can see, the land is filled with mesas and canyons. Be careful, if you wander off too much you may end up stuck in a a hole!
Cosmic || 4 || Suffolk Punch x Gypsy Vanner x Percheron cross || Dapple grey || Green || Black/grey || Bloody shoulder, four white socks, and white blaze. He has extensive scarring... If you consider that a marking. || 19hh || Stallion ||
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Post by Annabelle on Jan 11, 2012 23:05:02 GMT -5
Accepted (:
You may now create stats to keep track of herd members for your land, as well as rules that should include challenging.
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