Post by Apollo on Sept 8, 2006 16:37:11 GMT -5
.:Love cannot be given where it doesn't exist:.
With a emotion of pure joy, the roan stud flew over a low cresting hill with a powerful thrust. For the moment he was airborne, he kicked up his heels, lowering his nape in a playful buck. When his pillars rested on the ground once more, his hooves sank into the terra-firma. Raising his pillars once more, his bod tore off against the lowering sun. His charcoaled shadow, reached out into the grass, taunting him with a unheard laughter. Snorting with labored breath, the stud tossed his crown high into the painted sky.
Giving a small smirk, he threw his limbs out in a faster gait, flexing them tightly before quickening his pace. His shadow however did the same and the two raced each over the dips and drops of the lands.
His audits raised like saluting soldiers as the woods began opening to a bright sunlight. Giving a squeal of excitement and joy, the specked stud's bod tore threw the thin underbrush and was opened to a whole new world.
Their world.
Giving a deep snort, he lowered his gaits to a highly held trot and trotted in a few tight circles. His ebonite gaze studied each area, each blade of grass. Resting his pillars down to a ramrod straight stand, he arched his boa around to find the darkly shaded form of Allura. Raising his audits he heard her smooth gait bringing her closer, perhaps he had gotten over excited? Chuckling lightly to himself, he let his gaze once again flow over the lands; Hay Field.
Everything seemed to be set and perfect, except for the lack of the presence of fellow equines. Lowering his audits slightly, he wondered if he was failing his duty as lead. Sighing deeply, he lifted his broad crania toward the breeze. Inhaling deeply, he scented that no other stallions had staked claim during his absence, or had invaded his lands.
Breathing out of of the air, he glanced behind him once more. Twitching his rust hued tail, he lowered his crania toward the terra-firma. Sniffing, the dust around the blades of grass curled around his muzzle. Sneezing lightly as the dust entered his system he soon exhaled it. Lipping at a single blade, he watched as it swayed lightly. Smiling and raising his gaze, his optics scanned the land once more.
.:And cannot be hidden where it does:.
