Post by silverfire on Oct 17, 2006 17:37:42 GMT -5
Silver Flame
Silver Flame pranced into the new terra. It was empty and lonesome kind of like him. Not for long he would succed at creating a high herd full of foals and mares. His quirks searched the rocks. His crest he held high. Sniffing with his mug he searched for any scent of a another stud. The breeze carried a whiff of manure and a deer in the woods. But no stallion. Then this land would continue as his. Small lakes at the end were covered by willows and oaks. It was slightly chilly but to a welcoming extent. And the grass was still moon-colored with a little frost. His bay body stretched over his shadow. The flowers were beginning to open. Glimmers of purple, pink and red. The wind whistled through the almost barren trees. He opened his mug and let out a long sorrowful whinney. telling anyone within earshot that this land was now his. It would be the perfect place to start his collection.