Post by ~Buri~ on Mar 28, 2006 10:28:00 GMT -5
The choclate coloured stag Boda trotted swiftly into the lush new land. The different shades of green grass flowed to and from with the breeze. Trees stood in the distance, there wide branches shadwing the floor below. His nares flared, as he took in the new smells. The pine trees scent, flowed aroung him. His orbs stayed bright. The sun reflected in them. New sights. The green spring grass stretched before him. A few wild daisy's and poppy stood amoungst the expanse of grass. His black hooves, cantered across it, eating up the ground. The three-beat of his hooves echoing the landscape. His black banner flew out behind him. He whinnied into the wind. It whirled aroung, feeding his lungs. The trees lined up beside him, as he went by. This land. So new. Undiscovered. His. He whinnied again. Showing those nearby, that this was his. His first land, since the diasater that had sccared him so much. His own. Life was looking up. But his past still shadowed him. Like murkiness in the corners of this bright and new land.
He cantered on getting steadily slower as he ran out of energy. The long meadow grass gently rubbing his stomach as he walked along. A deer stood and stared for a instant, ears pricked she bent her head and nudged a new boen fawn to it's feet. Bonda stood a way off letting the doe and fawn slip away into the forest. He walked on, orbs alert. A eagle owl hooted at him, he whickered quietly in return. The breeze played between the branches. A squrriel froze before him for a second before scutterling up a nearby oak tree. The stag carried on looking for a place to spend the night. He turned his head to the right and saw some low trees, covering a expanse of ground. A boulder, made the back. He trotted over, sniffing the ground and air for danger. Finally he lay on the ground, picking up at the small tufts of grass around him. The evening bird chorus sang around him. Peace.
He cantered on getting steadily slower as he ran out of energy. The long meadow grass gently rubbing his stomach as he walked along. A deer stood and stared for a instant, ears pricked she bent her head and nudged a new boen fawn to it's feet. Bonda stood a way off letting the doe and fawn slip away into the forest. He walked on, orbs alert. A eagle owl hooted at him, he whickered quietly in return. The breeze played between the branches. A squrriel froze before him for a second before scutterling up a nearby oak tree. The stag carried on looking for a place to spend the night. He turned his head to the right and saw some low trees, covering a expanse of ground. A boulder, made the back. He trotted over, sniffing the ground and air for danger. Finally he lay on the ground, picking up at the small tufts of grass around him. The evening bird chorus sang around him. Peace.
