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Post by RoyalPain13 on Jul 3, 2011 13:06:19 GMT -5
Phantom of the Opera stood on the top-most tier of the cliffs. His banner swayed back and forth in a slow rhythm. His thoughts clouded with curiosity and hope. He desired only to have a home for his pregnant sister, and Myrna - a mare of whom he had barely become acquainted. But Myrna had not feared him, had not fled him, and it had boosted his hope, sent his heart soaring. So here he was, daring to claim a land, in hopes that at least those two would be sheltered. The cliffs seemed the most rational choice, considering the waterfalls roar would drown out all but the loudest claps of thunder. Myrna would have less to fear in the rainy seasons here.
Odd, it was, that a stallion claiming lands would be seeking to satisfy his companions rather than himself. He examined every inch of these lands before resting here, under the water fall. The sheltered cave seemed like a good home-land in these cliffs, the grass was not as thick here, but where the grass was missing a soft, spongy moss took its place, preventing hooves from slipping on the wet rocks.
He sighed heavily. There was no way he would gain more members than the one he knew he had, and Myrna. No way anyone else would be as unfearing as Myrna when they saw him, but he could at least secure it for them and pass it on when the time came, couldn't he? Opera raised his dial, reared, and bugled his claiming cry, these were to be his lands - at least for now.
notes ♦//♦ open thread as well as claiming
count ♥//♥ 267 words
tags ♣//♣ none
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