Post by blue3motion on Jan 26, 2009 19:12:32 GMT -5
Cigar
Description:
Manic Mountain is a great mejestic purple mountain, its peak covered in snow. Around it, other mounains like it. Below is a great valley, flowing with water from the great cliffs of the mountain, and soft, sweet, juicy grasses. Rolling hills and a forest on the left side. Great birds nest high in the trees of the forest. On the west side, a large opening in between two mountains, allows horses in and out of the lands. Right outside of this opening, the ocean lies. One spot on the mountain, is for the lead and his mare. Perfect for talking about things or just enjoying the veiw of the lands below.
IC:
So it came to this. The big buckskin stallion had been roaming for days trying to find a territory that had not been overtaken by others. However, finally he had came across a place that had no scent of another claiming stallion. The place looked good to bring up a herd. This was what the big brute was looking for. It was perfect.
Cigar was a tough stallion to please. He may not have seemed like it but finding this place made him happy. Finally a place of his own. A place to call home. To raise a family. Woa, woa now. A family? Well thats what a herd was for, right? Duh dummy. Ok so he wasnt crazy he just had conversations with himself in his head. That was normal right? Ya. He thought so.
So here he was. Standing in the very place he woudl call home. He nodded in acceptance of the Mountain. It would do. So with that thought, Cigar struck the ground harshly with his sharp hooves and pulled himself into the air. He lashed out violently into the air. A shrill and sharp scream escaped his lungs. So be it. I am Cigar. And I claim this mountain as my own. With that he snorted and came back to earth with a thud. A small puff of dust rising. Would his call be anwered? He would wait.