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Post by hearts on Apr 30, 2007 18:32:11 GMT -5
My golden feet touch the earth lightly for I am a light and I am claiming a ground. This ground is royalty and is a good thing because my herd needs the best and it is great to be. I stomp at the ground and waited for the ground to come together and celebrate that it was a new leader. I know it is childish but it is me. I know some day that I will change and that this beautiful land will change in time but it will stay appart of me at all times. For I am a light horse but that will change like I said. This ground shall be mine. For I am Chasen Aces and that might change but until then I will be a light until that day comes. This land will be mine and I will fight for my herd and my life. Chansen Aces will do anything for his dreaded life and I will forever.
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Post by morgra on Apr 30, 2007 18:35:32 GMT -5
-Posting- ^^
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Post by hearts on Apr 30, 2007 18:39:52 GMT -5
(MK:-) )
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Post by morgra on Apr 30, 2007 19:05:09 GMT -5
My dainty pistons cut the earth in a rhythmic mode, my triangles pricked forward to listen to the birds and the grass moving in the breeze. My pearline figure was slender, elegant, almost fragile, yet I was certain the fire in my cerulean eyes was enough to tell people, ‘I’m light, I’m a girl, and I’m Arabian, but I’ll still kick your butt from here to Timbuktu.’ Wherever Timbuktu was. I smiled and inhaled the sweet air of the Golden Valley, my new home, where I would rule as Queen of the Lights, underneath the warmly beating sun. I skittered sharply to the right as a black bird, a crow, burst from the green shrubbery behind me. Realizing it was only a bird, I calmed, chastising myself for my paranoia. The bird, no matter what kind, was a symbol of freedom, everyone knew that. What people didn’t know, however, is that sometimes the bird could symbolize sorrow, and crows are generally connected to death. So, in retrospect, the soaring crow was a symbol of my past sorrows, flying free to die in some dark place, where they belonged. I laughed at that.
I began running, my long legs stretched across the valley earth, touching the golden soft grass lightly before flying into the air again. I loved running, it was so refreshing. I through back my dial and whinnied, announcing my presence to the world. Look out dark royals, there’s a new queen in town. Which reminded me, where was my king? Was I to rule alone? I truly doubted that, although the concept excited me. I peered around, but saw no one. Of course, I did notice a steadily moving stream to my left, and, being a slight narcissist, I wandered over and peeking at my reflection. I noticed my coat was slightly dirty, and I rolled in the water to clean it; I wanted to make a good first impression. I got up, and looked again, to make sure I hadn’t missed something. I hadn’t, and I took another minute just to admire myself, there was no harm in it, and loved the innocent appearance I gave off. I looked adorable, young, and good hearted. It would come as a surprise to know I was really very cunning, something I had picked up from my dark masters. I was satisfied with my appearance, and lifted my crown yet again to sing for my lord, if he was truly here.
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Post by hearts on Apr 30, 2007 20:52:23 GMT -5
Ace replied to her beautiful call then loaped to her then stoped in front of her and thundered back to her I am Chasen Ace, the king of the land. A smirk appered on my kissers waiting for her reply. I saw that she was an arab for I am a paintXarab and we would work perfectially together. I walk around her to check out my queen and then I stop and look deeply into her pools and find that she has some dark like me. I whinny to her for a greeting and for her to reply to my answer. I let my head sink to the golden stuff under me and take a bite then chew and swwallow it and then nip her playfully then trot around.
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