Post by Willows Blade on Oct 1, 2006 9:12:00 GMT -5
Like a ghost,this creature moves from shadow to shadow without knowing where it was going. It's destination was unknown,and it had all the time in the world to get there. So far,it had gathered that this was a new island and that others of it's kind lived here. The only problem was,would he be accepted by everyone else? Did that really matter though,since all his life he had been rejected and alone? No,it didn't. Still,every horse had the instinct to be by others of the same species. Oh,so now you figure it out that the being sneaking about is an equine. Very good,and as the sunlight hits a part of it's body that is not hidden you find it has a cocoa stained fleece. Nothing impressive,just some bronco wandering about searching for something that isn't there. Searching for a life of his own,not something that someone else wants him to do or made for him. HE would create a future for himself,in this land. Whatever it was called,he would meet with the lead stallion and ask for acceptance.
Oaken czar trotted into the open,finally,and bobbed his crania. Twin towers were perked to catch any sound,and indigo gaze slipped over the scenery. Shrugging his broad shoulders,he took a few more slow paces into the realm then shoved his talons into the earth to permanently hault.He would evaluate the situation before digging himself any deeper into a shaken state. First off,he didn't know where he was and where he came from. Second,he couldn't even remember his own name or atleast felt that the name he held to his heart wasn't his true calling. Third and finally,he was only driven by instinct and what expeirence he could remember. Hopefully the top guy here wouldn't mind his befuddled state,because he planned on telling his fellow masculine everything that he did know. Which,now that he thought about it,wasn't much. Ah well,he would get by and try to get over this sick feeling the pit of his gut. Try,didn't know if he would suceed very well.
Heaving a deep sigh,the timber jacket of the vagabond rippled as he began to walk once more. Long and strong limbs lifted slowly,ebony daggers picked up then tapped back to earth in a mellow rythme. Vision once more traveled over the surrounding area,before a decision was made within his clouded thinking box. Jowls were lifted to the heavens,and forth came a call to whomever lead this province. Was a steed,by the scent that lingered in every crevice and dark corner of the land. Yet,the loner didn't know that who he was about to meet was the actual superviser of the whole island. A horse who had alot of patience and knowledge,probably about his age. Yet never did the russet brujo hault,for he planned to learn the layout of the realm even if he was chased off.
What did he call himself? Well,it's surprising that you ask but I still won't tell you. Just listen to the wandering spirits of the underworld,for they know this stag well.
