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Post by In.human on Jan 30, 2011 0:14:41 GMT -5
Large hooves thudded upon the land, carrying the stud to an unknown place. He was headed to nowhere, a place with no markings, and he had arrived. What a beautiful land this was, and all for the taking. Plenty of trees and yet plenty of grass, it was almost perfect. The wind swept across the land as it danced with the new budding leaves, welcoming them to this world. The grey stud took an intake of breath, his large barrel expanding with his lungs. It brought in the scent of wind, rain, and life. The budding flowers, the new grass. It was beautiful. And it was going to be his.
Of course, it has been said that he would not become a king, yet his seed was to bring forth kings. But they could always be wrong. They had shown themselves untrustworthy. They had caused great havoc. The stud shook his great head, clearing it of such thoughts. There was no need to think of that now. Here this land was, ripe for the picking, and Banquo planned on picking it.
He picked up his legs into a graceful trot, his ancestor's warhorse blood showing through in every line, every movement of his magnificent bod. His thick banners trailed behind him, creating a beautiful showing. His regal head sat high upon a thick, arched neck. A dappled smoke pelt slid over strong muscles that pieced his body together with almost perfect precision. His body screamed of power, yet his persona whispered of gentleness, caring, and fierce loyalty. Don't take it that he was an easy target, however. He was not one to be trifled with. He would protect what he held dear with his life, taking down whatever dangers lay before him. This was his way, and how he would rule in this magnificent land.
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Post by triplezilla on Jan 30, 2011 11:30:31 GMT -5
A C C E P T E D
What shall your herd be named?
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Post by In.human on Jan 30, 2011 15:03:26 GMT -5
oh gosh... umm... umm... Britannia Herd? That sounds good ^^
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Post by triplezilla on Jan 30, 2011 15:11:11 GMT -5
Okie Dokie!
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