<font color=silver>D.ance to the M.u.s.i.c; Encantador</font>

Your King Asmodeus
Your Queen ~~Nyimara~~
The Second None
The Herd Name, Name, Name		The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name
Allies Name (Land)		Enemies Solomon (Cove)
The Rules There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue. We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc. The King and Queen have final say in all matters.

D.ance to the M.u.s.i.c; Encantador
Posted on May 7, 2012 at 05:50:07 AM by Digital Get Down

Moving quietly, the great black stallion sighed as he wandered from everything he'd known. Life was different now, he wasn't welcome back home. The Forest was no longer pleasant for him and now, nothing could be as it was. Why must they take from them what they have always known? It didn't seem right or fair but he figured that was life. You won some and you lost some. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He'd move on as he always had. It would be all right, Digital Get Down would make sure of this.

Sighing quietly, those ears of his shifted and swiveled on his well sculpted head. Pivoting in a new direct, he picked up a trot. He was heading for the desert to what he knew might be an available spot. Maybe he could get to know this stallion and call the Desert his home? Only time would really tell but for now, he'd merely let it be known that he could be trusted with another's home. That he could fit in and do his best to succeed in life. It wasn' that hard and he didn't want to wander anymore. There were steps though and he knew this. The first of those was meeting the leader of the Desert.

Approaching the golden sands of this new territory, warm brown eyes took everything in. It was getting warmer all ready but he didn't mind that. The black stallion had long since grown used to changing climates. He'd once called the Harbor his home. He had once called the Deserts his home too and it was as if remembering the past. They were good thoughts though, nothing to complain about of course. Coming up to this homeland he'd known, Digital Get Down shifted into a walk and finally; a pause. Calling out with a loud but friendly whistling sound, he'd let it be known of his want to meet this Encantador. Would the fellow stallion arrive in due time? Most likely but he was a pretty patient creature now.

Replies:

have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 11, 2012 at 05:25:32 PM
- x - By Canta June 16, 2012 at 02:44:10 PM

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