Post by Casper on Mar 3, 2007 12:10:59 GMT -5
The black stallion trotted around the border. His hard hooves hardly made a sound on the soft desert sand. The stars shone down on him, casting a dim light on his coat. His nostrils flared wide, as he took in the smells around him. The ears on top of his finely shaped head were pricked forwards, taking in all the sounds. None others scent came to him and the only sounds that could be heard were those of the small desert creatures. With a snort he tossed his head. His body rose from the ground, and powerful forelegs pawed the air savagly. Muscles rolled under the healthy coat. A fire seemed to burn high in his eyes. A fire that was let loose only when he was wild. Finally, finally, after days of trying, he was away from the hands that tried to tame him. He was the son of the wind, longer of the freedom he now had. The hooves struck the ground with a soft thud. A heavy forelock lay covering his eyes. His four legs stayed anchored to the ground for only a few seconds before he was in the air again. A whistle so shrill that only he could make it escaped his body. When no call was returned the whistle escaped him again, letting all know that Sheton had claimed the Blood Desert.
