Post by adia on Oct 6, 2007 8:39:35 GMT -5
TThe stag was handsome, that was for sure. Though scarred and wounded from many a battle his movement was still with fluent power, muscles rippling beneath his steel pelt and eyes of blue did stare with something none could explain. His banner spead behing him, a shade or two darker than the rest of his pelt and on his head he bore a star of white.
Flints of white crossed the ground with heavy thumps each time they made contact with it as he galloped around- trying to find his home. For a land was needed to lead a herd, and a herd was needed to be powerful. He had the image of it in his mind, though he doubted he would ever find a place quite so perfect- but he'd be sure it was close.
Eyes darted this way and that as he searched, never giving up his chase. Fluid was his movement and his search, quick paced as well. The brute was begining to grow impatient. There had to be somewhere right for him!
After much searching he found a place that would do. The only way to enter was through a narrow gap with a ledge above it, looking rather like a human door without that plank of wood before it. He had to duck his crown to fit through, for he was large and he smiles at what he saw.
The whole place was surrounded by a big, stone wall too high for even the most accomplished jumper to fly over without bringing themselves to their death on a row of sharp, stone spikes. It was a large terra, perfect for him- with manyplaces to hide what he must.
At the far end of the terra was the ocean, though it did not slope softly like on a beach, instead it just dropped sudddenly to huge depths. That meant their was little chance of escape their.He was glad of it. So far, only one escape route and he would patrol that.
Their were areas of rock and areas of sand, areas of grass to graze and many little caves, hidden from view. Overall, he was pleased with his discovery- it was fit for a king. He threw his head to the skies and let his voice rip the quiet of the lands to pronounce this area his, Harsdown Hill. If any dare to challenge him he would fight; for it was his discovery and was worth only his might.
Flints of white crossed the ground with heavy thumps each time they made contact with it as he galloped around- trying to find his home. For a land was needed to lead a herd, and a herd was needed to be powerful. He had the image of it in his mind, though he doubted he would ever find a place quite so perfect- but he'd be sure it was close.
Eyes darted this way and that as he searched, never giving up his chase. Fluid was his movement and his search, quick paced as well. The brute was begining to grow impatient. There had to be somewhere right for him!
After much searching he found a place that would do. The only way to enter was through a narrow gap with a ledge above it, looking rather like a human door without that plank of wood before it. He had to duck his crown to fit through, for he was large and he smiles at what he saw.
The whole place was surrounded by a big, stone wall too high for even the most accomplished jumper to fly over without bringing themselves to their death on a row of sharp, stone spikes. It was a large terra, perfect for him- with manyplaces to hide what he must.
At the far end of the terra was the ocean, though it did not slope softly like on a beach, instead it just dropped sudddenly to huge depths. That meant their was little chance of escape their.He was glad of it. So far, only one escape route and he would patrol that.
Their were areas of rock and areas of sand, areas of grass to graze and many little caves, hidden from view. Overall, he was pleased with his discovery- it was fit for a king. He threw his head to the skies and let his voice rip the quiet of the lands to pronounce this area his, Harsdown Hill. If any dare to challenge him he would fight; for it was his discovery and was worth only his might.