Post by Unbridled Freedom on Jan 23, 2007 22:31:22 GMT -5
.:|Trouble|:.
The gods and other stallions curse him. The spit at his hooves, they tell him to keep away from their mares. Fillies are warned by their dams to keep away, he’s just trouble. Do the fillies listen? Of course not. This dark hearted hellion is too much of a temptation for the young fillies. No filly or mare can resist him, even one with a good stallion already….
I came galloping in, my throat dry, my bulk sweat soaked and my pillars soar from the days of running. But what did I care? I continued to gallop, my daggers beating on the earth beneath me. I glanced around with my dark violet optics. A shiver runs down my spine, giving me a chill that leeks it’s way into my bones. I notice that it starts to get colder and colder. It was alright though, places that were cold were alright for darks to live. I begin to see my breath before me, white steam that emerges from my nostrils and mug. I snort a few times and slow to a canter. I see the cold white stuff fall from the sky and some of it on the ground. I over heard the two leggeds talking once, they called it snow. I didn’t really enjoy snow because you could see me too well. The land started to become steeper, the land climbed up making a mountain. Great I was cantering up a mountain. Once I make it to the top I’ll go back down to where it’s warmer and there is grass to graze on. I also remember I saw a small river that went into a lake was down at the bottom of this mountain. After it seemed many an hour I still had not reached the top. I sighed and halted. The snow was up to my knees now, it was harder to canter in and I had slipped a few time trying to climb up this mountain. I rested for a moment watching the snow fall around me. I sighed once more and broke into a trot, continuing up the mountain. After another few hours I had reached the the top. The snow was just up to the beginning of my shoulders. I looked around. The view was beautiful. I nodded my dial, this place is fit for me. A sent came to my nose, it was of another stallion. I would not stand for this! If the stallion who already lived here wanted this place so bad he would have to fight to keep it! Stallion, prepare for a fight.
A jet black hellion came galloping into the terra came galloping into the terrace. The snow fell onto his hot, sweaty bulk but just melted. The hellion who galloped into the terrace tossed his dial and gave a slight buck. He looked around seeing that it was a mountain and a small valley bellow it, that was the terrace, nothing more nothing less. The hellion looked around not seeing any one. He began to gallop up the mountain but slowing down as the snow got deeper. The sweat eventually disappeared but then came back as he broke into a gallop once more. His violet optics only looked ahead. His breathing was heavy and every time he would breath white steam would emerge from his nares and mug. Half way up the snowy mountain he halted, taking a breath then he broke into a canter, trudging up the mountain once more. After it seemed many hours of hiking he finally reached the top of this mountain. The snow was deep and cold but he did not care. He stood at the top of the mountain looking over everything. The view was spectacular. All sorts of smells carried by the mountain winds drifted to him. Some were of mares, others were of wolves. One sent in particular told him that a pack of wolves were on the other side of the mountain. Three males and four females. There were also four puppies. The pack wasn’t very big, not much of a threat but still, he would keep a close eye on them until the wolves left or just had one encounter with him and then left them alone, forever. Then one sent came to him that enraged him. It was the sent of another stallion. He knew that this place wasn’t his yet. If another stallion already owned this place, then he was about to have the fight of his life. Trouble reared up, daggers seemingly almost touching the heavens. A long shrill, eerie squeal emerged from his vocals. It was a challenge call. I, Black Hearted Trouble, challenge for this land! he screamed at the top of his lungs so all could hear. as he did this a murder of crows flew over his dial, silent. Trouble came back down to the snow covered earth and waited for the stallion to meet him.
{I know..I know..It sucks.I could 'ave done better..*sigh*}
The gods and other stallions curse him. The spit at his hooves, they tell him to keep away from their mares. Fillies are warned by their dams to keep away, he’s just trouble. Do the fillies listen? Of course not. This dark hearted hellion is too much of a temptation for the young fillies. No filly or mare can resist him, even one with a good stallion already….
I came galloping in, my throat dry, my bulk sweat soaked and my pillars soar from the days of running. But what did I care? I continued to gallop, my daggers beating on the earth beneath me. I glanced around with my dark violet optics. A shiver runs down my spine, giving me a chill that leeks it’s way into my bones. I notice that it starts to get colder and colder. It was alright though, places that were cold were alright for darks to live. I begin to see my breath before me, white steam that emerges from my nostrils and mug. I snort a few times and slow to a canter. I see the cold white stuff fall from the sky and some of it on the ground. I over heard the two leggeds talking once, they called it snow. I didn’t really enjoy snow because you could see me too well. The land started to become steeper, the land climbed up making a mountain. Great I was cantering up a mountain. Once I make it to the top I’ll go back down to where it’s warmer and there is grass to graze on. I also remember I saw a small river that went into a lake was down at the bottom of this mountain. After it seemed many an hour I still had not reached the top. I sighed and halted. The snow was up to my knees now, it was harder to canter in and I had slipped a few time trying to climb up this mountain. I rested for a moment watching the snow fall around me. I sighed once more and broke into a trot, continuing up the mountain. After another few hours I had reached the the top. The snow was just up to the beginning of my shoulders. I looked around. The view was beautiful. I nodded my dial, this place is fit for me. A sent came to my nose, it was of another stallion. I would not stand for this! If the stallion who already lived here wanted this place so bad he would have to fight to keep it! Stallion, prepare for a fight.
A jet black hellion came galloping into the terra came galloping into the terrace. The snow fell onto his hot, sweaty bulk but just melted. The hellion who galloped into the terrace tossed his dial and gave a slight buck. He looked around seeing that it was a mountain and a small valley bellow it, that was the terrace, nothing more nothing less. The hellion looked around not seeing any one. He began to gallop up the mountain but slowing down as the snow got deeper. The sweat eventually disappeared but then came back as he broke into a gallop once more. His violet optics only looked ahead. His breathing was heavy and every time he would breath white steam would emerge from his nares and mug. Half way up the snowy mountain he halted, taking a breath then he broke into a canter, trudging up the mountain once more. After it seemed many hours of hiking he finally reached the top of this mountain. The snow was deep and cold but he did not care. He stood at the top of the mountain looking over everything. The view was spectacular. All sorts of smells carried by the mountain winds drifted to him. Some were of mares, others were of wolves. One sent in particular told him that a pack of wolves were on the other side of the mountain. Three males and four females. There were also four puppies. The pack wasn’t very big, not much of a threat but still, he would keep a close eye on them until the wolves left or just had one encounter with him and then left them alone, forever. Then one sent came to him that enraged him. It was the sent of another stallion. He knew that this place wasn’t his yet. If another stallion already owned this place, then he was about to have the fight of his life. Trouble reared up, daggers seemingly almost touching the heavens. A long shrill, eerie squeal emerged from his vocals. It was a challenge call. I, Black Hearted Trouble, challenge for this land! he screamed at the top of his lungs so all could hear. as he did this a murder of crows flew over his dial, silent. Trouble came back down to the snow covered earth and waited for the stallion to meet him.
{I know..I know..It sucks.I could 'ave done better..*sigh*}