A New Reign

[elle]

The blank steed cantered so elegantly upon the white beach, his neck curved so his chest touched his chest, pillars leaping as if for joy of playing in the wind, alabaster tresses throwing a tantrum, leaping and falling. He paused, slowing his step, muscluar neck raising said alabaster crown to the heavens. In a moment of fury, the stallion raises himself vertical ordinance, appendages scarring the invisible traitor wind with thier fatal blows. Bodice lands once more, ocules taking in the scenic land. Yes, this place was fit for his highness, and unknown queen. Trumpets do declare

"I, Neige, Claim this white beach to be my protected land. Any who repute me step forward, or be silenced."

[ntra]

The sky was quite. The air was still. The sun was

beating down on the equines under it, all day long. It only felt

like summer here, but was it really? All was still. All was quite.

Everything, but for a lone screeching battle cry.


Pistions ran full speed over the land her once knew. Zanzinbars

black bodic looked exstavagent agenst the crystal white beach.

Twas true, he had been gone for a lone time. But h was back

now, and in full swing. Muscles ripped with each powerful

earthquack stride he took. Pistions no longer looked equine, but

cheeta.


Battle scares had once coverd his bodic. They were still there,

and with everyone of them was a memery of who he had taken

over, and when. Although most of his precious mares were gone,

this heaven was still his, and he ruled it. In no way would he let

some new commer, so scrony thing, some, some foriner take

over his land.


Another lone battle cry screeched song through the air. In

another two or three stride, his ebony nostrials filled with the

smell of horse flesh that was about to be torn open is that colt

dident move ot of the way.


Vocals fercily arouse as he came to a dead stop, only feet away

from the colt. And who do you think you are, young one?

claiming my lands? Do you not smell me all over? My sent still

rises to the heavens this day. I havent been gone lone young

one. And if you dare to fight me, it just will be your last. I promise

you this. The mighty stag said.


To him, he toward over the young colt, you looked to have no

years of fighting excperince in him. He could take him out easly,

he thought. It shant be that hard. If that colt is barve enough to

challange me, he musent have any sense at all.


Zanzinbar wachted the young colt. He wachted all the moves the

stag took. When in battle, this would be nessery. Zanzinbar then

quickly turned his head and bit into the young colts side neck. He

anlzyed the gash there now. He figuerd, the brute might back

off, if his intentions wernt already.