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12-30-2012, 11:22 PM
The snow decorated the trees. The snow cooled them down. There had been the great gift of snow... white snow. It had keep them from dying from thirst. No, the snow always left though. The ground of this forest had few twigs and some places with a mere few bites of grass. He was brave through all the seasons. He arched his head and made it through all of them.
It was Bird Song. The birds tweeted their greetings and song, then fluttered off. The deer conversed and then butted antlers. He was new. He had lived on the out skirts of this place. Watching from the bowels. He wanted to see these horse's decisions, movements, actions, and how they spoke. It was all so knew to him.
He had also kept a close eye on one particular herd. The Foothills. It was rolling foothills. It seemed the world was painted green and brown here. New herds and groups broke out. The Grey, Ex-Edge, The Plague, Throat, Edge. So many horses here, but he didn't see any now. He knew they would find him, but he wanted to join the Foothills. It is that in which he believed was right. Nothing gets in the way of his beliefs. The reasons he choose the Foothills was that they were going to welcome him, he could tell with a gut feeling of his. He also knew their numbers needed to grow. He could just sense these things.
His solid hard hooves kiss the the ground. His ached neck was held so elegantly. His strides were so graceful. He was hard to turn away from. He had a charming way, but he didn't get what he wanted by using any charm. He earned it with hard-work.
OOC: I am not the BEST RPer... Sorry if it's a little dry. I am still trying to connect with Adeamus.
It was Bird Song. The birds tweeted their greetings and song, then fluttered off. The deer conversed and then butted antlers. He was new. He had lived on the out skirts of this place. Watching from the bowels. He wanted to see these horse's decisions, movements, actions, and how they spoke. It was all so knew to him.
He had also kept a close eye on one particular herd. The Foothills. It was rolling foothills. It seemed the world was painted green and brown here. New herds and groups broke out. The Grey, Ex-Edge, The Plague, Throat, Edge. So many horses here, but he didn't see any now. He knew they would find him, but he wanted to join the Foothills. It is that in which he believed was right. Nothing gets in the way of his beliefs. The reasons he choose the Foothills was that they were going to welcome him, he could tell with a gut feeling of his. He also knew their numbers needed to grow. He could just sense these things.
His solid hard hooves kiss the the ground. His ached neck was held so elegantly. His strides were so graceful. He was hard to turn away from. He had a charming way, but he didn't get what he wanted by using any charm. He earned it with hard-work.
OOC: I am not the BEST RPer... Sorry if it's a little dry. I am still trying to connect with Adeamus.
