Post by George on Oct 22, 2006 16:58:00 GMT -5
Ah, the lands of Lemorsea, such a beautiful place. The air remained cool and crisp, while the sun continued to shine. He had reached the place at last. Not a single cloud hid in the sky, interrupting the beautiful pale blue. The whole place is gorgeous; it is like its own separate paradise, secluded from the horrors of the outside world. He had came while he could, before the word of Lemorsea reached too far and the large herd of horses rushing to get in crowded and claimed every square inch of the place. He hadn’t been so sure about coming, just picking up and leaving everything he ever had, ever loved. It’s not that he had that much. Being only of the age of six, all George had was the looming fate of challenging his father for the position of lead. As much as he hated his father, the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. Unable to find a stray mare, or a nice patch of land on his own, George was on his way back to his father’s realm when he heard the word of Lemorsea. Thinking back now, and seeing that the beauty and limitless scale of lands here were not just foolish talk of old virgins with imaginations way to large for their own good, George thought that he must be the luckiest stag alive. What he would have had to do if he had not overheard, George didn’t even want to think about it.
He was at the foot of a steep mountain. Narrow paths scaled the walls, zigzagging up. Unlike most mountains he had seen, few trees dared to grow on its steep floor. The majority of it was covered by random brush and bramble, and bubbling streams of blue liquid, so pure looking George was hesitant to call it water, for he had never seen anything like it. A large cliff stood at the edge of the cliff, standing at least thirty feet tall, daring the mountain goats to jump from its sandy looking heights. But what really caught George’s eye about Lemorsea, was not the mountain, but rather, what lay at the edge of this enormous cliff. It is a valley, a vast valley, a never ending valley with grass as green and lush as the sun hot. The sweet sent of the lush grass overpowered his senses, and he tossed his large head, heading off at a rushed canter for the field. Stopping with urgency, he dove his head into the tall stalks, ripping them out as fast as he could chew. They tasted so good, he just kept eating and chewing with no thought for anything else, like perhaps, respect for claiming the valley first, or any other’s that might be around and watching. It had been ages sense he had tasted anything so good or rich. Come to think of it, George had never had anything so appetizing in his entire life. So he kept eating for a few moments more, until finally his senses came about him. Rasing his head with large chunks of grass hanging from his mouth, he turned his head, looking around guiltily to see if anyone had caught him red handed.
On the edge of the mountain, covered by a delicate mist, a mountain goat ‘bahhed’ at him, and then disappeared down the path into the bramble. George chewed fast, quickly trying to clear his mouth and hide the evidence. Swallowing, he looked around him again, making sure he was good and alone in the beautiful valley. A mother deer and her young were grazing not to far from here, but paid no attention to him. He was alone, and no one had caught him indulging on the lush, sweet stalks the last time. The billowed and played in the slight breeze below him, tickling his legs and daring him to rip them up, to take another sinful bite. But he resisted the temptation. Taking in a deep breath, George looked up and away from the treat. Lifting his head up high, main and tail swaying in the breeze, he spoke loud and clear.
“I wish to claim the land of Delayas, and raise a harem of my own.”
[ah, very sucky... sorry.]
He was at the foot of a steep mountain. Narrow paths scaled the walls, zigzagging up. Unlike most mountains he had seen, few trees dared to grow on its steep floor. The majority of it was covered by random brush and bramble, and bubbling streams of blue liquid, so pure looking George was hesitant to call it water, for he had never seen anything like it. A large cliff stood at the edge of the cliff, standing at least thirty feet tall, daring the mountain goats to jump from its sandy looking heights. But what really caught George’s eye about Lemorsea, was not the mountain, but rather, what lay at the edge of this enormous cliff. It is a valley, a vast valley, a never ending valley with grass as green and lush as the sun hot. The sweet sent of the lush grass overpowered his senses, and he tossed his large head, heading off at a rushed canter for the field. Stopping with urgency, he dove his head into the tall stalks, ripping them out as fast as he could chew. They tasted so good, he just kept eating and chewing with no thought for anything else, like perhaps, respect for claiming the valley first, or any other’s that might be around and watching. It had been ages sense he had tasted anything so good or rich. Come to think of it, George had never had anything so appetizing in his entire life. So he kept eating for a few moments more, until finally his senses came about him. Rasing his head with large chunks of grass hanging from his mouth, he turned his head, looking around guiltily to see if anyone had caught him red handed.
On the edge of the mountain, covered by a delicate mist, a mountain goat ‘bahhed’ at him, and then disappeared down the path into the bramble. George chewed fast, quickly trying to clear his mouth and hide the evidence. Swallowing, he looked around him again, making sure he was good and alone in the beautiful valley. A mother deer and her young were grazing not to far from here, but paid no attention to him. He was alone, and no one had caught him indulging on the lush, sweet stalks the last time. The billowed and played in the slight breeze below him, tickling his legs and daring him to rip them up, to take another sinful bite. But he resisted the temptation. Taking in a deep breath, George looked up and away from the treat. Lifting his head up high, main and tail swaying in the breeze, he spoke loud and clear.
“I wish to claim the land of Delayas, and raise a harem of my own.”
[ah, very sucky... sorry.]
Awsome, thanks!