Post by magical on Jul 8, 2006 19:36:05 GMT -5
The sound of flints steadily hitting the weary earth could be heard, beating the flora and grass flat. And with a will to find, a white body appeared in the field, rearing to the sky, then gravity reclaiming its grip. His dial carved a graceful arc in the air, a whinney now sounding. Muzzle thrust itself to the ground, searching for sweet emerald stalks to eat.
Upon his birth, The stag had been dubbed Quicksilver. Did he not have a silvery hue, and was he not possessing great speed?
His gift had been a grant of land, a land of his own to watch over a herd of pure equines. Now he was looking for not only a lead mare, but also others to follow under his reign as the lord of the Beautious Prairies.
Upon his birth, The stag had been dubbed Quicksilver. Did he not have a silvery hue, and was he not possessing great speed?
His gift had been a grant of land, a land of his own to watch over a herd of pure equines. Now he was looking for not only a lead mare, but also others to follow under his reign as the lord of the Beautious Prairies.
