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Post by Summer Tyme on Oct 18, 2007 14:35:09 GMT -5
A white stag stalked through the land, his pale hide glistening under the heat of the sun. Although it was beginning to cool off, the stag was used to cooler regions. His hide was stained with the sweat of a long run, running from the law. Long limbs carefully picked their way across the thunderous plains, watching out for holes and tangled weeds. His ears flattened as a gust of wind blew through the land, his long hueless tail catching the breeze, dancing, the long silken threads moving with an incomparable grace. Lifting his elegant dial, harks pricked at a small movement across the plain, as orbs dialed into the movement, he saw it was nothing more than a fox. A harmless predator, capable of consuming nothing but the pesky mice who feasted on the same things as did the equines.
The stag stood still, his muscles rippling under his sleek pelt. He was a powerful looking beast, an animal not to be messed with. The only stain of color was atop his dial, crowning his head with the medicine hat, thought to be a sacred marking of the tribal Indians of this time. His twin pools were an almost black brown color, save his right orb. A large, nasty scar ran through it, impairing his vision, and his looks. It made him fearful appearing, a stud who shouldn't be messed with. The rest of his hide was unmarred of other hues, free from all stains.
Moving forward again he reached a small knoll and looked over the land. Orbs took in the sights, paper thins too in the smells, harks took in the sounds. Launching himself into a rear, mighty hinds carefully maintained balance as fores slashed through the cool afternoon air. As the brute landed a mighty call was let forth, bone-chilling and powerful. It echoed across all the lands, letting each and every animal within the land know they now belonged to Horror.
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