Cobblestone Creek
The herd who dwells within Cobblestone Creek is well provided for. A large wood smothers the land in thick trees and tall canopies, a few scattered clearings giving enough space for groupings to fit in the center together. There is a large cul-de-sac clearing that is lined by a deep bow in the creek which runs dry in hot summers so that one might see the cobblestone-like appearance of the creek bed. When the creek is dried, there is still hope in a smaller sister-stream running on the other side of the herd land.
This land is closed. No herds can live here.
This is the dawning of a new age, claim & Charity
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Posted on May 2, 2008 at 06:06:28 PM by Warfare.
They walk side by side, though the stallion’s long legs yearn to stretch into a run with his happiness. He checks himself, staying carefully by the glass lady’s side from the moment they leave the field and all of its questions behind. He doesn’t know where they’re going- so much is evident in the way his gaze swings around wide and inspecting; he will choose the best place for the foundation of his home. They walk like this- step by step, slow but not idle- for what blurs into hours, and though he does not tire for the fuel of elation in his veins, his dark eyes are attentive on the fragile one, searching for signs of fatigue.
Dawn had long ago taken hold of their pearly dream, dissolving the favoring kiss of the shadows for bright cloaks of gold. He is not sleek for the mud and the burrs that he wears like his own skin, but he shines beneath the sunshine with his own inner flashes of pride. Never had he felt so alive and so scared.
A glinting serpent of water snakes out ahead of them, gently sloping shores curtsying down to meet the water’s edge. The stallion brightens at this, and when they reach the stream, he plunges into the gleaming water with a shout of pleasure. “A creek!,” he calls out to his gentle companion, splashing around in its depths by way of illustration, flinging clear droplets everywhere. “This shall be ours!,” he yells to the heavens, dark head tossed back in a gesture of triumph. The joy is overwhelming to the young beast.
( this is the end )
son of dargon and little dragon
( skin against skin, blood and bone )
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