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09-08-2013, 10:21 PM
The pegasus snorted, pawing the loose sand that threatened to swallow his hooves. He was unused to the desert and its shifting, changing ground. One minute it was solid rocky earth, treacherous to the unsure-of-foot, the next it was soft sand that threatened to suddenly sink into a hole and break a horse's leg. With a flap that disturbed the air sending dusting rolling away from him, Apache opened his wings. With a strong downward thrust he sent himself shooting into the sky, an explosion of dust erupting beneath him as the sand was disturbed by his launch.
With two thrusts of his wings the stallion maneuvered himself backward, onto firmer ground next to a glowing tree just on the border of the herd's territory. He had been walking along the Dragon's Throat's borders for some time now, seeking a herd member to request admittance. He had been alone for long enough, now was the time to seek a home, a family. With that thought he had remembered Midas and Apollo, the two kind stallions who had offered him a place within their own respected herds.
Acting upon the kind welcome Apache had ventured toward the Throat, feeling drain to the desert despite its treacherous ground and over whelming heat. He was a horse built to withstand the freezing cold, yet he sought a life within a scorching desert, the comedy was not lost on him. Perhaps in time he would grow accustom to the heat that would ravage the land in the summer months, he at least wouldn't have any problem with the freezing cold nights. Stamping the hard ground Apache scanned the moonlit desert for any sign of life. Finding none he let out a long low whicker, calling to any equine who lived within these lands, asking them to meet him at their border. Then, all grew quiet as the waiting began.
With two thrusts of his wings the stallion maneuvered himself backward, onto firmer ground next to a glowing tree just on the border of the herd's territory. He had been walking along the Dragon's Throat's borders for some time now, seeking a herd member to request admittance. He had been alone for long enough, now was the time to seek a home, a family. With that thought he had remembered Midas and Apollo, the two kind stallions who had offered him a place within their own respected herds.
Acting upon the kind welcome Apache had ventured toward the Throat, feeling drain to the desert despite its treacherous ground and over whelming heat. He was a horse built to withstand the freezing cold, yet he sought a life within a scorching desert, the comedy was not lost on him. Perhaps in time he would grow accustom to the heat that would ravage the land in the summer months, he at least wouldn't have any problem with the freezing cold nights. Stamping the hard ground Apache scanned the moonlit desert for any sign of life. Finding none he let out a long low whicker, calling to any equine who lived within these lands, asking them to meet him at their border. Then, all grew quiet as the waiting began.
