Post by cosmicdream on Feb 20, 2006 22:47:23 GMT -5
Stepping forth on carved hooves, the click of which were muffled by the soft late summer grasses, creature came forward onto the lands of Penylea.
The air hung heavy with the soft freedom of open lands, the lack of dark opression, of threat and sarcrafice. Of similar species, the terra was devoid of any indication to their presence. Silence was not all abundant however, as the stir of life fluttered about. Calling birds, scuttling creatures. Yes, life was here, at Penylea, pure, gentle, decent.
Emerald rises of flora dipped on as far as the young stallion could percieve, dotted with the richness of growing greenery, comfortable nature at it's work.
Fading brilliantly into the azure sky overhead, the view was a painted masterpiece of divine work, and the one lucky enough to behold it would have his breath stolen from him in an instant for a second view.
He stood atop one of the sloping residents, the waving green flooring softly caressing his lower shanks as the soft breeze stirred them to dance.
The sun's discharge radiated off of him, the covering shining with the intensity of bright copper earth. His head was held high, as experience had taught it to, a molded poise. Sloped sound-catchers were perked under a whispy trail of deep chesnut lock, searching for nothing in particular, merely bathing in the pure richness of this place, similar to the rest of his senses.
He drank in the sight with a thudding pulse of elation he kept reticent. The sight was like the sweet relief of sleep to tired eyes, comforting, refreshing, astounding in it's mystery.
A feeling shot through his nervous system, beckoning his mind to follow and allow him to move again like a colt, twisting and bucking in free ebulliency. Of course, he refused, long he had learn to take happiness in silence, the calm relaxation of contentment.
He turned his chisled face to the sun for a moment, letting the rays warm him, similar to a mother's kind nuzzle of affection.
Turning attention back to the creation before him, his mind couldn't help but wander into the question that this land was unclaimed. Surely there must be others . .had they not yet beheld this magnificent gem of a land? That came to him as strange, but he'd rather not 'jinx' himself with these thoughts. Perhaps a future would be detectable here?
If he paused, silencing his rampage of thoughts, he could nearly see the spray of others, the vibrant diversity in appearence these lands could contain. Almost hear the voices dancing over the wind, pure and light, free . .
Reality returned to his mortal being and he let out a sigh from the velvety mug, orbs sparkling with a gentle appreciation.
Not knowing why, his instinct prodded him to announce his decicsion, and his chompers parted to allow speech to exit in a smooth, sure manner.
I wish to claim these lands under my own, whereas I shall serve them as they do me, and preserve a land of light!
He felt giddy as he ended the words, but a soft smile abolished his hesitance. Perhaps this was after all, his new home.
The air hung heavy with the soft freedom of open lands, the lack of dark opression, of threat and sarcrafice. Of similar species, the terra was devoid of any indication to their presence. Silence was not all abundant however, as the stir of life fluttered about. Calling birds, scuttling creatures. Yes, life was here, at Penylea, pure, gentle, decent.
Emerald rises of flora dipped on as far as the young stallion could percieve, dotted with the richness of growing greenery, comfortable nature at it's work.
Fading brilliantly into the azure sky overhead, the view was a painted masterpiece of divine work, and the one lucky enough to behold it would have his breath stolen from him in an instant for a second view.
He stood atop one of the sloping residents, the waving green flooring softly caressing his lower shanks as the soft breeze stirred them to dance.
The sun's discharge radiated off of him, the covering shining with the intensity of bright copper earth. His head was held high, as experience had taught it to, a molded poise. Sloped sound-catchers were perked under a whispy trail of deep chesnut lock, searching for nothing in particular, merely bathing in the pure richness of this place, similar to the rest of his senses.
He drank in the sight with a thudding pulse of elation he kept reticent. The sight was like the sweet relief of sleep to tired eyes, comforting, refreshing, astounding in it's mystery.
A feeling shot through his nervous system, beckoning his mind to follow and allow him to move again like a colt, twisting and bucking in free ebulliency. Of course, he refused, long he had learn to take happiness in silence, the calm relaxation of contentment.
He turned his chisled face to the sun for a moment, letting the rays warm him, similar to a mother's kind nuzzle of affection.
Turning attention back to the creation before him, his mind couldn't help but wander into the question that this land was unclaimed. Surely there must be others . .had they not yet beheld this magnificent gem of a land? That came to him as strange, but he'd rather not 'jinx' himself with these thoughts. Perhaps a future would be detectable here?
If he paused, silencing his rampage of thoughts, he could nearly see the spray of others, the vibrant diversity in appearence these lands could contain. Almost hear the voices dancing over the wind, pure and light, free . .
Reality returned to his mortal being and he let out a sigh from the velvety mug, orbs sparkling with a gentle appreciation.
Not knowing why, his instinct prodded him to announce his decicsion, and his chompers parted to allow speech to exit in a smooth, sure manner.
I wish to claim these lands under my own, whereas I shall serve them as they do me, and preserve a land of light!
He felt giddy as he ended the words, but a soft smile abolished his hesitance. Perhaps this was after all, his new home.
