The lands disturbed, Isosoliese on his land.
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Staff Auditions Rules Season: Winter Weather: The temperatures are dropping. Snow is forming on the ground. The bitter cold is effecting all. Breeding: No Foaling: No Forcebreeding: Always Year: One |
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The lands disturbed, Isosoliese on his land.| Nola |
Posted: Aug 5 2006, 10:28 AM
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The air was quiet and dead. The area was covered with dying grass and only small pools of water settled here. The sun hung in the sky as if by strings, but overpowered by the winter clouds that settled. Once damp mud that gave birth to worms and small animals stood victim to the dropping temperatures and the small blanket of snow. Snow covered trees stood lifeless, being held down by the frozen gravel that seemed to concrete the roots of the trees and other plants, big or small. No live leaves fluttered in the soft wind. Dead, crackling leaves took their place on this hellish area. Though, the area looked more peaceful then Hellish. Damn that winter! It wasn't all too bad. Another small area on the other side of his land was filled with growing grass that stood lively among the freezing soil.
The answer came from deep under the plates of earth. Bones slammed onto the ceiling of hell as the equine trotted along. The all Obsidian stag halted under the shelter dead tree. He was cursed with Friesian x Overo mixed blood that unfortunately flowed within his veins. No markings of an Overo crept its way on the fine creature. In fact, no markings at all was planted upon him. Bloodline consisted of 90% Friesian and only 10% Overo. Standing at the height of 16.1hh, the four year old stallion wished for his own kingdom and this area would do. He wanted to rule a long band of mares for his pleasures and keep one for his whole life to stay beside him. He could see himself now; copying the moves and antics of his father. Teaching himself the ropes of being a better King. This hessian only wanted to make his father proud of him. He didn't wish for his life to be full of mockery and shame like his siblings seemed to do to him. Iso may be young, but he could hold his chin up and fight like a warrior. No one was to go unpunished after all he had to stand for. He would punish each and every one of his siblings in some way. However, he had to give them their props. They are a hard bunch to shut up and over-beat. Pools of dark cocoa looked around the deserted and frozen clearing. Smirk formed upon his blackened mug. Coat was dyed with the richest of blacks. Obsidian knives pierced the ground with every step the hessian took. Long, ebon banner lifted. He had to mark this small place somehow. After all, stallions had no scent glands under their tail that they can just spray. They had another thing. Walking in circles, tail lifted higher as the black coated stag released fasces(sp?) upon the ground near the border on which he rested. This would surely hold his scent to keep others off of his small area. Small bits dropped to the ground, releasing the stench into the air. Fortunately, the smell fully went away after a few minutes. His scent was now invisible, but in the air to let others know who was residing here. Welcome to Herida Estrecha. |
   
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