Post by phantom on Oct 27, 2006 16:46:06 GMT -5
The silvery white stallion arched his neck as he cantered around. His hooves pounding againts the border. He ran towards the middle and stoped. The white mane moving swiftly. His hooves dug into the dirt as he reared skyward. His lips curled back as the loud bugle was made. He,Phantom, CLAIMS this land. The stag landed the ground with a thud of his hooves hitting the dirt beneath. His neck arched as he pranced around.