Post by Horse Addict on Jan 2, 2008 16:01:51 GMT -5
A bay statue stood at the boarder of the meadows. The stallion waited for that girl to catch his eye. He flicked his black banner that waved freely behind him. A gust of wind sent his mane and tail to wave wildly in the wind, removing the forelock from his eyes. Within his eyes a fire burned, a fire of pride, misery, wild, and compassion all blended into one. The chocolate eyes scanned the plains. Where was his lady? He pawed the earth impatiently. A glimmer of hope sparkled in the distance.
“Traitor…”
A faint mutter full of bitterness escaped him as his eyes set upon Ziyadah. How dare that mare be on the Lights Land. She deserved no mercy! A traitor she was, a traitor she would always be. She was scarred for life just like how she scarred him. The stallion held his head high and turned it the other direction, not wishing to make eye contact with that mare. His hopes were high a mare would come.
His eyes glanced upon the darks. The stallion turned his head in disgust towards the Neutrals. He despised the neutrals as they felt sorry for themselves and had no guts to fight and stand up for what they believe. He had more respect for the Darks than the Neutrals.
No time to dawdle the King of the Lights position was open; he needed a mare to gain that position. How selfish it seemed of him to be here only for a mare to gain power, but his whole life he was powerless. He could no longer stand for no power. The stallion began to flaunt his handsomeness.
The stallion broke into a full speed gallop. His heart raced as he hovered over the land. His soul was soaring high above. His black mane and tail sailed behind waving wildly in the wind. He let out a joyful buck. His back legs flew sideways while his head was lifted to the sky to let out a whinny. He continued to gallop around, his hooves digging into the earth and kicking clumps of grass behind him. The stallion slowed to a graceful trot as he neared the perimeter of a large pond. His eyes sparkled as a toddler's would in a candy store. He bolted forward throwing himself into the water. A huge splash followed. The stallion swam to the shore and shook. Water flung from his bay coat and dampened the ground around him. The stallion was quite new to the land. He settled in a patch of tender grass. His lips gingerly touched the tips of the blades, and then he munched down until all that was left were stubs. He was in search to start a herd, but what he really wanted was love and power, a love to cure his ache for love and power.
“Traitor…”
A faint mutter full of bitterness escaped him as his eyes set upon Ziyadah. How dare that mare be on the Lights Land. She deserved no mercy! A traitor she was, a traitor she would always be. She was scarred for life just like how she scarred him. The stallion held his head high and turned it the other direction, not wishing to make eye contact with that mare. His hopes were high a mare would come.
His eyes glanced upon the darks. The stallion turned his head in disgust towards the Neutrals. He despised the neutrals as they felt sorry for themselves and had no guts to fight and stand up for what they believe. He had more respect for the Darks than the Neutrals.
No time to dawdle the King of the Lights position was open; he needed a mare to gain that position. How selfish it seemed of him to be here only for a mare to gain power, but his whole life he was powerless. He could no longer stand for no power. The stallion began to flaunt his handsomeness.
The stallion broke into a full speed gallop. His heart raced as he hovered over the land. His soul was soaring high above. His black mane and tail sailed behind waving wildly in the wind. He let out a joyful buck. His back legs flew sideways while his head was lifted to the sky to let out a whinny. He continued to gallop around, his hooves digging into the earth and kicking clumps of grass behind him. The stallion slowed to a graceful trot as he neared the perimeter of a large pond. His eyes sparkled as a toddler's would in a candy store. He bolted forward throwing himself into the water. A huge splash followed. The stallion swam to the shore and shook. Water flung from his bay coat and dampened the ground around him. The stallion was quite new to the land. He settled in a patch of tender grass. His lips gingerly touched the tips of the blades, and then he munched down until all that was left were stubs. He was in search to start a herd, but what he really wanted was love and power, a love to cure his ache for love and power.