Post by shilot on Aug 29, 2010 1:24:12 GMT -5
Quiet, still, and calm. The thick layer of loneliness blanketed the woods. Not a sound, not a movement, nothing, distilled. The sun hidden behind the great trees, a beautiful display of hide and seek with the sun and the luscious vines. A few birds fly by, swiftly landing on a tree, they pause, taking in the silence, and soon let a sound of their beautiful music cut threw the silence like a knife. After that, all the animals slowly started to awaken. A squirrel twitches its bushy tail as it runs up a tree. Wood peckers get to work and soon gain a rhythm. The little animals weren't the only things that got awakened, faint thudding was heard. Some of the birds paused, but continued on their journey. The faint thudding, slowly moving into a fluid noise of one two three, one two three. Later a bellowing neigh ringed through out the forest. All the little rodents and birds stopped and looked toward the direction of the noise, not to long after the thudding grew more rapid, more loud. The bushes shake a little, and gracefully pops out a gray stallion. Big and thick, newly developed muscles rippling with each stride. A young stallion, out for a joyous run. Carefree, and wild. Free to be what ever he wants, to do as he pleases. He slowed his gait to a extended trot, easily gliding over the soft dirt on the forest floor. Not to long after the trot drifted into a walk, calming in the sound, yet excited and alert in the heart. The stallion stopped and arched his neck, snorting, he slowly leaned his head down and sniffed the dirt, checking for any scent of other horses, looking to see if this gorgeous land was unclaimed. He elegantly pawed at the ground for play, and took off again at a fluid canter. Wildly shaking his head, releasing explosions of bucks. As fast as he took off, he stopped. For there was a stream, trickling down to a nearby river. He stretched his neck down and took a few gulps. He pawed at the water playfully, a droplet of water landing on his nose, causing him to rear up and and squeal. He was surely enjoying himself. His leader instincts told him to claim this land as his, to start a herd, on his land, this land. He nickered and took off again, not in a playful way, but in a defiance of victory. Victory other this land. Swiftly galloping threw the trees, on his maybe soon to be land.