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11-17-2013, 04:48 PM
Like a thunderous drum, the four columns beneath him moved in a eerie rhythm as Haidar approached the sandy area. The temperature had gotten considerably warmer from the Threshold and Haidar was more comfortable with this. His large grey form heaved forward, slowly but surely. His tail flickered back and forth and his large ears flapped. His long trunk swayed with his footsteps, curled so as to not touch the ground. The winged-zebra had directed him here in this direction and he had turned down the young horned-zebra. This place... the Dragon's Throat. The sun was shining brightly and the sands had a certain feel to them that one place in his home possessed. He felt more at ease than he had in that place of the foreign vegetation. He was still angry... still mad at what his mother had done. He would now be considered a coward for running from battle, he should have died in it! Haidar relayed these thoughts... he relayed his approach... he relayed it all in his head. And just as before, his temper flared again. Haidar didn't care whom he would encounter. Just the fact that he was stuck here with the shame of a coward. No more. He would prove himself and he would work his way back to his former glory he had used to possess. --- "Haidar Talk." --- [[Anyone can join in! :)]] |
