Post by writtenphoto on Aug 23, 2012 23:06:52 GMT -5
Crane
Crane took a deep breath near the giant bones of the whale. He'd been around the islands many times, sometimes he switched up his patterns of patrolling the islands. Sometimes going reverse, maybe even going back and going though another part just to rest and graze.
He didn't Patrol much, in fact; he'd taken a break from it. He lover patrolling areas; he really did. Its just nothing of great interest popped up. The Stallion sighed, stretching his left wing out. And looking around in a lazy like way. It was the middle of the day. And the sun hit the back of Crane in a comforting way. The winter sun on the islands was a wonderful feeling. Not like the cold area in the mountains. Crane didn't know how a horse survived in something like that.
It was only a matter of moments that boredom took hold of Crane's mind. He wandered over to the bones of the whale. And he various horrors of his own vigil came back to him. He re-called meeting his spirit animal. It was a great feeling looking at his ancestors with a salmon simply floating around him during his vigil.
He smiled a bit at the thought of him trying to fly up farther in the sky to go and see his ancestors. It was a foolish thought at the time. But now it was just something that made him laugh.