Post by Scarecrow on Apr 5, 2006 16:57:20 GMT -5
Shallow onyx eyes gazed out at the beautiful land before them. It was perfect- Ponds for water, few hills, wide-open spaces to run like the devil. The grass was lush and the environment perfect for an equine. Chantex Shadow licked his lips. This place would require fights to stay n top, but it would be worth it. A few battles to strengthen himself wouldn't hurt. And another thing about this land caught the coal-pelted brute's eye. Besides beauty, this land didn't reek of goody-goody happiness, like the light lands, and didn't reek with death and destruction, like dark lands. This land was the perfect balance. one terra was all he needed for a herd. He wasn't land-crazy, like darks or arrogant lights. This was the terra he wanted. The one he'd fight for. This was now his land. He approved it, approved it when he reared up and struck the gods with his hooves and screamed out his war-cry.
