Post by Pad Thai on Jan 6, 2012 20:44:39 GMT -5
They all said I couldn't do it...
Well, they can see me with my triumphants.
Well, they can see me with my triumphants.
Risk snorted, stepping onto the soft sand, inhaling deeply. This was his land now. He whisked his tail, thinking back to when he was a foal. His mother always told him he would be a Leader, a King. He stood taller, trotting forward into the colorful forests, audits flicking around at all the sounds. He came to the deep basin, lowering his cranium and drinking deeply, enjoying the cool splash of water across his tongue. Her raised his head, water dripping from his maw and he trekked forward. It was warm, nice, and he stopped, enjoying the sun's warm rays. He was finally a king, he promised his mother he would be, and now here he was. He looked out upon the ocean, sighing contentedly and running his maw along his shoulder, itching at it. He lowerd himself into the warm sand, watching the birds soar gracefully. Now all he needed was a herd, some mares... Risk yawned, drifting off, he knew he was king now.
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Bleh. Short. There usually longerrrrr -shrug-
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[/size]Bleh. Short. There usually longerrrrr -shrug-
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