|Wind Weaver Claims|

[|:|Fern|:|]

Thundering across the land, my daggers stroked the earth the amazing power and speed. My tassels waved like wild winds, rippling across my neck. My long banner flowed out and streamed behind me like a fast raging river. I tossed my forelock and rose my facade high in pride as I ran across the mighty land on my long pillars. I then rose in a sharp rear sliding too a fast stop in an instant and screamed out with my raging voice.

I claim this land too be nonetheless owned by only me and too be used for the safety of my family!

[::Sam::]

Trigger, the owner of these lands galloped before the painted stallion. HIs palimino mass was large and intimidating. He half reared, showing him he was the bearer of this terrain.
Find a new home, stallion. This terra is MINE.
The golden stallion raised his head higher than the dark blue eyes that bore holes into him. He shook his head. His gaze at Wind Weaver was strong, firm, but gentle. HE was not about to fight. He WOULD protect his terra if he challenged him for it though.

[|:|Fern|:|]

Aw...just perfect. _ he thought with a snort.
"Sir I wish too keep my harem of mares here. I wish too own this Terra. Yet I don't understand why does only one stag own it? For sure if I owned it I would let others stay here as well. "
He said boldly unafraid, he was experienced unlike this younger stag, his muscles didn't intimidate him at all if thats what he tried too do.

[::Sam::]

Trigger thought over his words. Trigger was not a youngling, being about 16 in moons. He snorted, shaking his golden head. I suppose that would be fine... He turned on his heels, galloping away.

[RUSH]

"Yes indeed"
He relied flickering his thorns around at birds tweeting. He need something...mares. He turned, and the galloped off too find some. Mabey he would find a queen for him in sparkle lake...then again...mabey not