Post by kedar on Oct 24, 2005 20:08:48 GMT -5
Aromas like no other filled his salmons, filtering through his oxygenerators. Though, what pleased him most was that he found only his scent, not one of another stag or bronc. Grin tugged at his features, visage aglow. Honers perked forth to the point of touching, swiveling momentarily aloft his crown. Flints sliced the sodden earth, noting that a fresh sheet of blue droplets had fallen from the azure blanket. Boa formed into a curve, an elegant arch, two-tone mug brushing his diaphragm. Leisurely stroll turned to flashy prance, titaniums pounding the earth softly, knees snapping up neatly and quickly. Whip cord arose, flagging from its destination in a banner-like way. Module poised in grace floated seemingly across the terrain, chasms etched in amber scanning with a spark of interest and glee alighting them. Cranium swung to the loam, enamels snatching a mouthful of foliage. Savory flavor cherished, dentals crushing the stalks with pleasure. One last test. Bulk lurching forth, stilts churning the ground. Cerebrum fell to the flow of azure, kissers parting as the liquid lapped into his probiscus. The salty, fresh taste flooding his mug, curt nod issued to none as he proclaimed:
"I wish to call these Lands of Edeal my own."
Crown aloft the rush, blue tinted droplets forming and flinging to and fro his plush, stilts rising and falling in even tempo as he moved on. Two-tone pelt gleaming, ivory coat of lather coating his cavan. Specks of white formed on his boa strung of sinews, dotting along his curvature. Honers laced forth atop her poll, whiskered mug dipping with his stride. Grin creasing his facade, visage full of glee as he strode. Loam left with scars, forever present where he stride. Perch strudy as cranium swung to his cavan, ivories clacking at a pesty insecticide that cause irritation and annoyance. Coves scattered amongst the terrain, dial flung to the heavens, nares having caught a new scent. Rain. Sure enough, vast sheets fled from the blanket of azure having turned marred, soaking, drenching, his canvas. Appendages rose and fell in quick attempts to the small, yet sheltered coves, tendrils weighed with liquid falling over his amber lined chasms. Snorts and grunts issued from his velveteen, having finally reached the shelter at his rushed two-beat. Flints shuffling beneath his mass, cove dry, something he had yearned for in the downfall. A gleeful shake. Droplets fleeing from his soaking bod. Hind cocked in pleasure, relaxation, though it sent offbalance through his module. Yes, this land will certainly do.
Golden tinted optical arose into the sky, sheets having been erased from the atmosphere. Stilts stretching to their fullest extent at his slow four-beat, attemtpting to rid of cramps and stiffness from his appendages. Amber tinted occuli carved the land within his mind, a memory never forgotten by the young bronc. Grin molded to his features, tugging at his visage. Soon, he knew, a queen would come to rule the land beside him, one of regal stature.
[just gonna modify this because I'm bored]
"I wish to call these Lands of Edeal my own."
Crown aloft the rush, blue tinted droplets forming and flinging to and fro his plush, stilts rising and falling in even tempo as he moved on. Two-tone pelt gleaming, ivory coat of lather coating his cavan. Specks of white formed on his boa strung of sinews, dotting along his curvature. Honers laced forth atop her poll, whiskered mug dipping with his stride. Grin creasing his facade, visage full of glee as he strode. Loam left with scars, forever present where he stride. Perch strudy as cranium swung to his cavan, ivories clacking at a pesty insecticide that cause irritation and annoyance. Coves scattered amongst the terrain, dial flung to the heavens, nares having caught a new scent. Rain. Sure enough, vast sheets fled from the blanket of azure having turned marred, soaking, drenching, his canvas. Appendages rose and fell in quick attempts to the small, yet sheltered coves, tendrils weighed with liquid falling over his amber lined chasms. Snorts and grunts issued from his velveteen, having finally reached the shelter at his rushed two-beat. Flints shuffling beneath his mass, cove dry, something he had yearned for in the downfall. A gleeful shake. Droplets fleeing from his soaking bod. Hind cocked in pleasure, relaxation, though it sent offbalance through his module. Yes, this land will certainly do.
Golden tinted optical arose into the sky, sheets having been erased from the atmosphere. Stilts stretching to their fullest extent at his slow four-beat, attemtpting to rid of cramps and stiffness from his appendages. Amber tinted occuli carved the land within his mind, a memory never forgotten by the young bronc. Grin molded to his features, tugging at his visage. Soon, he knew, a queen would come to rule the land beside him, one of regal stature.
[just gonna modify this because I'm bored]
