Post by alkatrass on Dec 19, 2006 18:33:52 GMT -5
An escapee,
hear my silent plea...
An Arabian stallion thundered across the terrian. Pistons pounding the earth with power beyond compare. Daggers slicing through the air and into the earth. Ebony hued mane and tail flew backward at the momentum of this powerful equine. His eyes glowed with a fire that burned within his soul, one that was ignited by his past. What was it you may ask? Well he certainly isn't going to tell you, and why should I? It would only ruin the surprise. Heart pounded as he continued on his trek, soon it would all pay off.
Alkatrass thundered into the terra known as the Death Forest. Head held high he was clearly able to tell that no stallion resided here. Triumphantly tossing his elegantly carved head he reared and let out a whinny of claim, this land was now his, whether you liked it or not. He snorted with pride and stood for a moment, surveying the land, though he could not see all of it. He tried climbing onto a rock to better see the surrounding area but it was useless. Instead he took a pathway that led him past several fallen trees, 5 feet high, and a foot wide. He grunted as he leapt over them in succession. He was an excellent jumper and an all terrain racer.
He ran around the borders of his territory, finding the places that would be perfect for a herd, this land was perfect... perfect. If only he was perfect, his father always thought he was less than perfect, calling him insane, insignificant, inferior. He hated it, that's why he grew to be one of the most powerful and mysterious darks there was, or is. His mother wasn't much better, but hey, didn't I tell you that I didn't want to talk about his past? He stared around now the only thing he lacked was a mare or two, maybe more.
you'll never catch me,
I'm free!
hear my silent plea...
An Arabian stallion thundered across the terrian. Pistons pounding the earth with power beyond compare. Daggers slicing through the air and into the earth. Ebony hued mane and tail flew backward at the momentum of this powerful equine. His eyes glowed with a fire that burned within his soul, one that was ignited by his past. What was it you may ask? Well he certainly isn't going to tell you, and why should I? It would only ruin the surprise. Heart pounded as he continued on his trek, soon it would all pay off.
Alkatrass thundered into the terra known as the Death Forest. Head held high he was clearly able to tell that no stallion resided here. Triumphantly tossing his elegantly carved head he reared and let out a whinny of claim, this land was now his, whether you liked it or not. He snorted with pride and stood for a moment, surveying the land, though he could not see all of it. He tried climbing onto a rock to better see the surrounding area but it was useless. Instead he took a pathway that led him past several fallen trees, 5 feet high, and a foot wide. He grunted as he leapt over them in succession. He was an excellent jumper and an all terrain racer.
He ran around the borders of his territory, finding the places that would be perfect for a herd, this land was perfect... perfect. If only he was perfect, his father always thought he was less than perfect, calling him insane, insignificant, inferior. He hated it, that's why he grew to be one of the most powerful and mysterious darks there was, or is. His mother wasn't much better, but hey, didn't I tell you that I didn't want to talk about his past? He stared around now the only thing he lacked was a mare or two, maybe more.
you'll never catch me,
I'm free!