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08-14-2012, 07:33 PM
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A flash of gold glinted in the sky above the Throat. A winged stallion glided, almost effortlessly, over the stone labyrinth at the edge of the region. His thick, cream hued tail flowed behind him like a banner, accenting his entrance into the territory. Ochre wings began to tilt, sending the pegasus further down towards the sand below. The air held the familiar scent of his own kind, along with the non-winged variety. Looks like I'm in for some company. Leander's rich, golden eyes took in their surroundings. The desert sands meshed with grasses and light foliage, some browned by the sun. The expanse was centered with a lake, which looked as though it had seen better days. To the side, a majestic tree loomed, standing out against the tawny backdrop almost as much as the lake. Curious, the dark palomino curved his flight-path towards the strange tree. The warm sand grazed his hooves as they met the ground with an audible thud. The great tree stood before him, clawing at the sky. It appeared wise, if that were possible. Arching his brawny neck, the stag moved his muzzle near the tree, inhaling deeply. The tree, the region itself seemed uniquely meaningful. He wondered what twists of fate had shaped it. The sun pressed down aggressively on to his pelt, the sensation encouraging him farther into the mottled shade of the tree. Lulled by the comfort of the shadow, Leander rested, wondering on who's ground it was that he stood. thoughts; "speech" |
