Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 14, 2007 16:50:49 GMT -5
His blades pounded upon the litho. His dial held high, by an arched crest. His banner playing in the wind, whipcord zipping behind him. His blades sliced the soft earth. His nares took in the sweet smell of a fresh rain. He pulled his burly haunches beneath him.
He shook his dial and allowed a snort to run through. His banner and whipcord being uplifted by a large gust. His orbs looked towards the heavens, A storm approaching. he thought to hes-self. He soon moved along, at a steady 2-beat.
He arrived to a thick and heavy forest. He pushed his way through the branches. Man, I must be the first stallion to come through here. He thought. He lowered his dial and c.ocked his hind blade. His orbs watched as the lightning struck the litho, rain pouned along it and the thunder shook it. This was his favorite weather.
He shook his dial and allowed a snort to run through. His banner and whipcord being uplifted by a large gust. His orbs looked towards the heavens, A storm approaching. he thought to hes-self. He soon moved along, at a steady 2-beat.
He arrived to a thick and heavy forest. He pushed his way through the branches. Man, I must be the first stallion to come through here. He thought. He lowered his dial and c.ocked his hind blade. His orbs watched as the lightning struck the litho, rain pouned along it and the thunder shook it. This was his favorite weather.
