Post by Argo on Jan 1, 2006 2:14:44 GMT -5
Like an onyx statue, he stood alone at the edges of the sweeping plains, looking over them with eyes hued rich mocha. Reflected within those spheres was a sea of emerald that swept endlessly towards the horizon where it met with the vault of blue and ended, or curved away towards some unkown place. The wind that whispered through long green stalks also played through the stallion's long tresses, picking them off ebon neck and combing through fine strands with gentle fingers. Like a proud banner, his tail flagged above sleek jet black rump and fluttered out behind.
A sigh left his barrel as pistons started into motion, bringing large yet graceful black vessel through the waves of greenery. Elegantly fluted harks flicked above his wide crown, taking in the distant sounds of thundering water, as well as the whispering grasses. Above him, distant specks of dark hue, birds, rode the air currents to far off places Argo would never see. But he had already made his journey; now he came to the end. Miles spread behind his tired hooves, his path tracing crookedly towards a confused land of mountains and valleys, light and shadow. It explained much about his character, patient and kind, yet within it hid a warrior, adept enough to keep himself alive. This stallion lived for other things than combat, though. Things like this proud land around him kept his heart beating soundly.
He found he was satisfied, and yet somehow not. A good kind of calm settled about the place, yet it left something missing. Something which the stallion desired more strongly now than ever, now he had a land to call his own. He needed a family, one he could love and protect. One who could inhabit this land with him. It was empty as long as a he alone resided within its boundaries. Pushing air from his lungs with a sharp snort, the shadow kissed form of the regal equine swung around towards the direction he had come, though at a slightly different angle. Although he left, he hoped to return soon, and with a queen at his side. Then, he felt, these plains would sing rather than whisper.
A sigh left his barrel as pistons started into motion, bringing large yet graceful black vessel through the waves of greenery. Elegantly fluted harks flicked above his wide crown, taking in the distant sounds of thundering water, as well as the whispering grasses. Above him, distant specks of dark hue, birds, rode the air currents to far off places Argo would never see. But he had already made his journey; now he came to the end. Miles spread behind his tired hooves, his path tracing crookedly towards a confused land of mountains and valleys, light and shadow. It explained much about his character, patient and kind, yet within it hid a warrior, adept enough to keep himself alive. This stallion lived for other things than combat, though. Things like this proud land around him kept his heart beating soundly.
He found he was satisfied, and yet somehow not. A good kind of calm settled about the place, yet it left something missing. Something which the stallion desired more strongly now than ever, now he had a land to call his own. He needed a family, one he could love and protect. One who could inhabit this land with him. It was empty as long as a he alone resided within its boundaries. Pushing air from his lungs with a sharp snort, the shadow kissed form of the regal equine swung around towards the direction he had come, though at a slightly different angle. Although he left, he hoped to return soon, and with a queen at his side. Then, he felt, these plains would sing rather than whisper.
