Post by Mirage and Sentinial on Nov 25, 2006 15:08:17 GMT -5
The area was abondoned... alone in the starry night. A mere valley with one cliff, a cave to the back of it. The land provided good lookout, and the raging rapids screamed below the cliff. Rolling hills would alone stand as a barrier. It provided everything a horse would need- and added protection to its list. It was here Mirage happened to wander, alone and defenseless all except for himself. But the land was of satisfaction to him, and all was- or seemed- to be in order. Thorns from the valley could block the cave entrance... Berries from a mysterious origin behind large stones were a source of food... And the river rapids made water easy for a hardy stallion. The land was perfect. No enemy could attack. This would be his- even if it meant a bloody fight. Mirage called out into the unknown, and, finding no reply and seeing no other living creature, lifted his forelegs and screamed a call of the claim. This was his land now. By his word, and by his rule. But was he yet satisfied? No, he needed a herd. A lone stallion did no good to this land. It would be wasted. With that, Mirage left his scent and headed off to find his new herd- and his spot in history.
