Post by Kcx on Jun 25, 2009 18:55:40 GMT -5
His nostrols flared wildly as he stepped lightly onto the padded grass that was his terrain. His ears swivled wildly as he walked in silence, his blue pools watching towards the endless wasteland that was upon him. But he knew soon some diligent mare would come upon his terrain, wanting a home. He knew that, or he would claim a few himself to get his herd. He needed a family. But he didn't care for those much. They were always in your way. And all the mares wanted from you were your sperm and land if you were that great of a Stallion. But of course, not all could be great. Spite could guess that he was, of course. He would soon have some kind of herd, along with slaves to do his dirty work.
For now, until a strange equine entered his terrain, or a mare found themsevles upon him, he would only scower his teriory. His ears swivled again, as he passed tha large crator of death. He smirked at the thought, knowing that it would be a great place to throw unworthy and defiant equines into when he was over with them. His hooves clomped lightly against the ground as he headed towards the watering area, thirst once more. He couldn't help but wonder if someone - or something - would be there to greet him. Maybe a Moutain Lion or two. They were always entertaining once they put up a fight. Yes, if someone were there to have him speak aloud to, they would probably wonder if he had too many scars to get more. Heh. But he didn't care.
But of course, that would be a while.
For now, until a strange equine entered his terrain, or a mare found themsevles upon him, he would only scower his teriory. His ears swivled again, as he passed tha large crator of death. He smirked at the thought, knowing that it would be a great place to throw unworthy and defiant equines into when he was over with them. His hooves clomped lightly against the ground as he headed towards the watering area, thirst once more. He couldn't help but wonder if someone - or something - would be there to greet him. Maybe a Moutain Lion or two. They were always entertaining once they put up a fight. Yes, if someone were there to have him speak aloud to, they would probably wonder if he had too many scars to get more. Heh. But he didn't care.
No One Cared.
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