Post by .:X Flicka X:. on Jul 30, 2009 11:24:05 GMT -5
Nar-Fahl slowed his brisk trot to a steady walk as his classic ebony orbs glanced out over the cliff-hang, focusing on a breathtaking valley. He moved along the side of the mountain and weaved his way into the meadow entrance. Upon this spot, the red sorrel stallion stopped; ears twitching at the overwhelmingly beautiful songs of birds that flew overhead; muscles became tranquil with the release of carbon from his lungs. The air was so crisp and fresh, the valley itself was surrounded by jagged, snow-covered mountains. Foothills rolled across the open terra as if the gentle breeze swept them up and lay them back upon the ground. A smiled touched Fahl's muzzle. This was the place he wanted to call home.
His orbs shifted to the left of his body, where a spring bubbled up into a large pond with a grassy, nest-like landing in the middle. From the pool of water the mountain fresh aqua began zig-zagging its way through the tall, green grass, forming into a wide river that stretched to the far end of the valley. It reminded Fahl of a slithering snake. That's what he would call it - The Snake River. Gaze run upstream once more, but quickly lifted to the heavens as a new cry rang in his ears. A step back was taken as a large white bird gracefully swooped down onto a landing in the center of the pond and nestled in.
Fahl flared his nostrils letting out a loud snort. The bird arched it's long, elegant neck and trumpeted back. The stallion's muscles tensed and he reared into the air; pawing several times before gravity played its role on Earth. His orbs wide, white bordering the black. What was this large, white, beautiful bird that seemed not phased by the husky equine? No other than a Trumpeter Swan.
No sooner back a second swan landed beside its mate, touching beaks with the other bird. Wow. How magnificent and fantasy-like. The stallion thought to himself as muscles relaxed again.
"The Valley of the Trumpeter Swans.... Swan Valley. That is the name of my new home. If any equine dare argue or tell me differently show yourself now!" Fahl snorted in a laugh at even mentioning it, for there was obviously no horses in this land. They would have been spotted from the cliff side- it was completely exposed here save for the small, shady clumps of Aspen trees.
"On that note, I, Nar-Fahl, claim Swan Valley as my home. For myself. My herd. And any other light-hearted equines that wish to reside under my rule."
With his claim stated, Fahl hoisted his upper body closer to the heavens once more and neighed loudly in a manner of accomplishment. Quickly returning to the ground with a dull thud. His ears twitched as he took acknowledgment to the echo that called back at him. The muscular bachelor stretched out his long neck and shook his entire body; his thick and wavy mane repositioned itself upon his lightly scarred neck; long scarlet tail fluffing out and catching in the zephyr moving through the terra.
With that, Fahl proceeded forward into his new homelands..... it was time to find other horses to begin his herd with.
His orbs shifted to the left of his body, where a spring bubbled up into a large pond with a grassy, nest-like landing in the middle. From the pool of water the mountain fresh aqua began zig-zagging its way through the tall, green grass, forming into a wide river that stretched to the far end of the valley. It reminded Fahl of a slithering snake. That's what he would call it - The Snake River. Gaze run upstream once more, but quickly lifted to the heavens as a new cry rang in his ears. A step back was taken as a large white bird gracefully swooped down onto a landing in the center of the pond and nestled in.
Fahl flared his nostrils letting out a loud snort. The bird arched it's long, elegant neck and trumpeted back. The stallion's muscles tensed and he reared into the air; pawing several times before gravity played its role on Earth. His orbs wide, white bordering the black. What was this large, white, beautiful bird that seemed not phased by the husky equine? No other than a Trumpeter Swan.
No sooner back a second swan landed beside its mate, touching beaks with the other bird. Wow. How magnificent and fantasy-like. The stallion thought to himself as muscles relaxed again.
"The Valley of the Trumpeter Swans.... Swan Valley. That is the name of my new home. If any equine dare argue or tell me differently show yourself now!" Fahl snorted in a laugh at even mentioning it, for there was obviously no horses in this land. They would have been spotted from the cliff side- it was completely exposed here save for the small, shady clumps of Aspen trees.
"On that note, I, Nar-Fahl, claim Swan Valley as my home. For myself. My herd. And any other light-hearted equines that wish to reside under my rule."
With his claim stated, Fahl hoisted his upper body closer to the heavens once more and neighed loudly in a manner of accomplishment. Quickly returning to the ground with a dull thud. His ears twitched as he took acknowledgment to the echo that called back at him. The muscular bachelor stretched out his long neck and shook his entire body; his thick and wavy mane repositioned itself upon his lightly scarred neck; long scarlet tail fluffing out and catching in the zephyr moving through the terra.
With that, Fahl proceeded forward into his new homelands..... it was time to find other horses to begin his herd with.
