Post by sanemadness on Feb 8, 2011 9:44:41 GMT -5
Strider walked down to the lake's shore. The early morning silence was broken as Strider cough trying to clear his throat. How did I get so sick?he asked himself. This was not good, as a young lead stallion who had a mare to care for he had no time to be sick. He bent his head down to the cool water and took a deep drink. As the cool water flowed down his throat he could feel the swelling and sworness go down. He sighed glad he lived so close to a body of water but with winter coming he doubted he could afford needing water so much. He sighed as he walked back to one of the willows. He coughed again not as bad as before, he was concerned about his health. He hoped he would be feeling better before long, as of now anyone could come in here and take him over. He stood under the willow breathing deep although young he was tiring out quickly, What a time to get sick. Plans for winter began forming in his mind, would he stay above out in the elements or would he swim down to the cove below? Each had its own advanges.
He was leaning more towards the cove but he wished he had someone to consult with. He looked around at his empty land, he needed a herd. Strider sighed knowing now, before everything was covered in snow, would be the best time to go and claim mares. He cough and decided he would should stay around here and wait until he felt better.
He was leaning more towards the cove but he wished he had someone to consult with. He looked around at his empty land, he needed a herd. Strider sighed knowing now, before everything was covered in snow, would be the best time to go and claim mares. He cough and decided he would should stay around here and wait until he felt better.