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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 13:53:08 GMT -5
Nares wildly flared to catch any scents of another stallion. Grin came as I smelt nothing at all. Hoof beats gathered ground on the sandy terrain. Boa arched proudly, auds pinned back. Large black eyes could still see whatever was going on. Hooves sank in the golden sand. But it came off pretty much right away.
Tassels beat against my nape, thick muscles rippled everywhere because I was in attack and claiming mode. The water oasis was clear, no bugs in sight at the moment. Which I was kinda "glad" for you can say. I don't have to waste any energy swatting flies. Just concentrate on claiming and then protecting. I snorted again and then picked up my pace. I didn't have to be at the tallest place. Just somewhere where I can be heard quite well.
I stopped. This was a good place. No trees to block my voice, just sand, sand, and more sand. Good. I reared up onto my kind legs. Letting a loud booming call from my mouth settle over the land hushing everything that was talking. Birds ect...
Pillars thrashed everywhere. Soon feeling that I had made my mark, I came back down and then galloped around. Taking sites of everything. Keeping a good image in my head for future use. But hey, a stallion knows his land. And how do they do it? By looking around and checking things out. So that is what I am doing.
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