Post by .Melancholy.of.Malady. on Apr 29, 2007 8:55:16 GMT -5
Thundering hoofbeats roared up a steep hill as the muscular quarter horse stallion made his way deeper into the terrain. He could sence other horses nearby. Mares, and a stallion. When he reached the highest peak of the hill, the bronc tossed his cranium and glanced in every direction so he had a view of all the lands. Everything was green, or in bloom. This would do. His auds danced about, catching every little sound and attempting to track any traces of equine life. The challenger arched his muscular nape slightly, pinning his sonar back. He was not here to chat, or ask politely to join the herd; He wanted it.
Muscles in his pillars bunched so he could thrust himself into the air, slashing out vicously at the nothingness before him. He then performed a loud bugle, and emitted lyrics that stated clearly what he wanted.
I, Trocadero, challenge the lead stallion of this herd, for these lands! If he does not take heed to my request, there shall be a bloodbath.
He hissed the last sentence with a snarl. These lands would be his. Though his words were harsh, he knew that if he was to win the battle he must not show any weakness whatsoever. His hooves met the gound once more with a loud thump, and there he waited.
Muscles in his pillars bunched so he could thrust himself into the air, slashing out vicously at the nothingness before him. He then performed a loud bugle, and emitted lyrics that stated clearly what he wanted.
I, Trocadero, challenge the lead stallion of this herd, for these lands! If he does not take heed to my request, there shall be a bloodbath.
He hissed the last sentence with a snarl. These lands would be his. Though his words were harsh, he knew that if he was to win the battle he must not show any weakness whatsoever. His hooves met the gound once more with a loud thump, and there he waited.
