Post by Seele Studio on Jul 15, 2012 8:54:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,800,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/195/a/d/verdelet_table_2_by_shadowsangel112-d578msh.jpg);] Verdelet breathed a sigh as the morning sun peeked up over his plains. His lands, it was still an odd thought for him. He had never dreamed, or even thought, of being a leader. And now he had two stallions fallowing him, stallions that he had the utmost respect for and he hoped they felt the same about him. This morning he had decided to patrol his territory, checking if anyone he hadn't noticed had visited his land. He found the faint smells of a mare, but they were old. After a while Verdelet came to another scent, fresher this time. He stood there, eyes closed and nose flaring, drinking in the scent. |
(tis crap sorry)
