Post by September ‡ on Dec 12, 2005 20:46:08 GMT -5
Here he came, once more into the land he favored so much. September stepped lightly on the grounds, gazing at the waterfalls around him. The creek bubbled and burped beside him as he followed it to the whole of Astarte. His reflection shone back at him, white coat vibrant and healthy as it had always been. His brown eyes were alight with pride and joy. He had a land and was favored by the gods. That was great, just great. Favor was something that he had never known the feel of. His father never favored him. To October, Sept was just another colt never destined to greatness. Now, he wished to spit in the stupid elders face and laugh. I'm great, you just didn't know it, did you? A grin passed his muzzle as he relished these thoughts. Yes, his father would be proud of his recent claim. Very proud, just like he was himself.
Now what? Sept stopped at the basin, stepping into the cool water. It was summer and the run from the Misted Valley left him in a lather of sweat. The water was wonderful and felt good on his steamy pelt. Sept went deeper then submerged completely. His head came up moments later, gasping for air. Too bad I can't breathe underwater. Sept thought. Imagine the hidden worlds underneath me at this moment. His hooves no longer felt the solid of the ground. He was drifting in the basin, feeling like he was losing himself. His legs tread water to keep him afloat. The waterfall drummed in his ears in a steady rhythm. Sept flared his nostrils, beginning to drift over back to shore. He stepped onto land, pulling himself out of the paradise. His mane and tail were soaking wet, dripping water onto the ground. Mares. It had just passed his mind. He needed mares. Sept blinked, shaking his head. To his knowledge, the entire space contained no free mares at the moment. At least, mares who weren't under another protection. Well, he'd wait a tad longer. Patience, again, now Sept.
Now what? Sept stopped at the basin, stepping into the cool water. It was summer and the run from the Misted Valley left him in a lather of sweat. The water was wonderful and felt good on his steamy pelt. Sept went deeper then submerged completely. His head came up moments later, gasping for air. Too bad I can't breathe underwater. Sept thought. Imagine the hidden worlds underneath me at this moment. His hooves no longer felt the solid of the ground. He was drifting in the basin, feeling like he was losing himself. His legs tread water to keep him afloat. The waterfall drummed in his ears in a steady rhythm. Sept flared his nostrils, beginning to drift over back to shore. He stepped onto land, pulling himself out of the paradise. His mane and tail were soaking wet, dripping water onto the ground. Mares. It had just passed his mind. He needed mares. Sept blinked, shaking his head. To his knowledge, the entire space contained no free mares at the moment. At least, mares who weren't under another protection. Well, he'd wait a tad longer. Patience, again, now Sept.