Post by lupa on Sept 27, 2005 19:43:45 GMT -5
Soft crunches rung about the land as broad daggers flew across the loam in haph-hazard accord, pleaing to the fluffy cold spawn that they not sink to its depths of which return would be most difficult. The tender nares flared to show the salmon lining of satin soothing, like a dragon puffs of billowing steam teased their way out the warm lair and into the frigid eire of which they froze instantaniously plummiting to the icy crypt.
Well muscled graph moved with ease as the plumed surfaces raked at the billowing softness sending it aspray, complete silence enduring the huffs and puffs of the massif chasm. Orbits of warm amber poolings, deep with thought warmed to the ponderment of owning his own terra... pity the fool who would think otherwise. Silence was his virtue.. to listen until spoken too allowed one to seep in the knowledge two times that of one who had diarrhea of the libra.. harsh chuckle ensued of the peace. A wry grimace twisted warily upon his mug causing the extensious whiskers to furl and twitch, ice coating twinkled in the faint hearted sola above and its fine white luminescense.
A russle was emmited from the snowladen pine branches sending its contents plummiting to the topography with a muffled thud he lurched swiftly to meet the pair of eyes glowering at he, a wolf, lone at that. Duo towers tufted with winter crowning snapped back as the enamels shouted out behind the calloused lips, he dared the canus lupus to step near he. A faint snarl was heard of defeat and frustration.. the lupine knew he was not to meddle with this strapping brute obviously keen to take on a brawl. Twisting away from the scene he carefully navigated the snow dune in front of he, picking his way down the grade everso slightly, who could think that such a large equine could be so nimble?
Once at the basin a cold tingle was felt upon his brow, snow was laden in the air once more.. he could smell it out and a blizzard was brewing, best to speak his peace now and find shelter soon before it was too late. Arching his serpentine of muscular sorts the optics flared with phyry abandon blazing with energy he sucked wind into his broad barrel, holding momentarily as if tasting it he released it in a miniature sonic boom which spoke of:
Lord and lady of this land, i call thee to this very spot, demand ye claimance of the snow capped stretch ye speak of as lemora, calling to me i be of strong wit and of broad proportions, of draft blood i trace you be assured my survival in this residence.. claimeht i do.
Cocking his dial slightly the brute huffed in response, lifting the left brace to slam it harsh in repentive finality as if the judge had spoken, the deed done.
[OMG, gross post, im so sorry, havent rped a horse in AGES, ill get my must back for it i swear.. hehehe.. bear with me luffs.]
Well muscled graph moved with ease as the plumed surfaces raked at the billowing softness sending it aspray, complete silence enduring the huffs and puffs of the massif chasm. Orbits of warm amber poolings, deep with thought warmed to the ponderment of owning his own terra... pity the fool who would think otherwise. Silence was his virtue.. to listen until spoken too allowed one to seep in the knowledge two times that of one who had diarrhea of the libra.. harsh chuckle ensued of the peace. A wry grimace twisted warily upon his mug causing the extensious whiskers to furl and twitch, ice coating twinkled in the faint hearted sola above and its fine white luminescense.
A russle was emmited from the snowladen pine branches sending its contents plummiting to the topography with a muffled thud he lurched swiftly to meet the pair of eyes glowering at he, a wolf, lone at that. Duo towers tufted with winter crowning snapped back as the enamels shouted out behind the calloused lips, he dared the canus lupus to step near he. A faint snarl was heard of defeat and frustration.. the lupine knew he was not to meddle with this strapping brute obviously keen to take on a brawl. Twisting away from the scene he carefully navigated the snow dune in front of he, picking his way down the grade everso slightly, who could think that such a large equine could be so nimble?
Once at the basin a cold tingle was felt upon his brow, snow was laden in the air once more.. he could smell it out and a blizzard was brewing, best to speak his peace now and find shelter soon before it was too late. Arching his serpentine of muscular sorts the optics flared with phyry abandon blazing with energy he sucked wind into his broad barrel, holding momentarily as if tasting it he released it in a miniature sonic boom which spoke of:
Lord and lady of this land, i call thee to this very spot, demand ye claimance of the snow capped stretch ye speak of as lemora, calling to me i be of strong wit and of broad proportions, of draft blood i trace you be assured my survival in this residence.. claimeht i do.
Cocking his dial slightly the brute huffed in response, lifting the left brace to slam it harsh in repentive finality as if the judge had spoken, the deed done.
[OMG, gross post, im so sorry, havent rped a horse in AGES, ill get my must back for it i swear.. hehehe.. bear with me luffs.]
?? -pokes- i wanna get sum ladies yeh no? 