Post by blackdeath on Aug 17, 2006 12:56:50 GMT -5
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Midnight Bandit
The dry terrain was hot and loss, the sun beating down on the plateau. There was little winds and little life. The slow walk of a large stag could be heard. The rocks near him shook with every powerful step. his dial was held proud and high, obviously a threat to whoever had claimence over this terra. His nares flared, seeking the dominant stag's scent. not een the scent of a roaming amre came to his nostrils. He stopped, orbs searching for otherwise. They too found nothing.
With the swift motion he stood upon his hind, his 17 hands high form now doubling. the large form of a Drum gypsy vanner stood proudly on hinds. His dial drew back, a call screaming across the terra. It was a feirce one, a challenge to the owner. He returned witha thud, the dry earth cracking a it benethe his weight. He waited impaciently a while, waiting for the stag to answer his challenge. No equine answered, he smirked, the lands now under his rule. [/center]
Midnight Bandit
The dry terrain was hot and loss, the sun beating down on the plateau. There was little winds and little life. The slow walk of a large stag could be heard. The rocks near him shook with every powerful step. his dial was held proud and high, obviously a threat to whoever had claimence over this terra. His nares flared, seeking the dominant stag's scent. not een the scent of a roaming amre came to his nostrils. He stopped, orbs searching for otherwise. They too found nothing.
With the swift motion he stood upon his hind, his 17 hands high form now doubling. the large form of a Drum gypsy vanner stood proudly on hinds. His dial drew back, a call screaming across the terra. It was a feirce one, a challenge to the owner. He returned witha thud, the dry earth cracking a it benethe his weight. He waited impaciently a while, waiting for the stag to answer his challenge. No equine answered, he smirked, the lands now under his rule. [/center]