entertaining angels [claiming]
Oct 6, 2013 17:15:36 GMT -5
Post by ShockTherapy on Oct 6, 2013 17:15:36 GMT -5
EVERETT
The breeze from the ocean rolled off the waves and blew gently across the land, and he breathed it in deeply, enjoying the smell coming from the salty spray foaming on Everett's coat. Keen brown eyes survey the land, curiosity shining in their intelligent depths. Long, wavy mane blows gently behind the Frisian stallion as he trots down the slope, down to the beach. Powerful muscles ripped as his skin crawls with pleasure. He knew it, he just knew it, this would be his home. After a long and suffered past, the crazy-coated Frisian boy had found a home. He tossed his head into the air and stamped the ground with one massive hoof, spraying sand and sea-foam everywhere. He reared and lashed out, the wind whipping his mane across his neck and face, brown eyes blazing with light. He neighed out, his voice strong and brave in the dying lights of day, he returned to the ground and huffed a large sigh of contentment, happy with his new home. Turning in a half-circle, Everett started back up the hill, and away from the beach, into the small forest area for shelter as the moon rose high in the sky above the Frisian stallion's head. His brown eyes adjusted to the light and he nickered quietly in the darkness. The next step was to find some mares to convince to join him at his lovely paradise beachfront home, hopefully his shy charm would convince the lovely ladies he was the way to go, and if not, Everett
wouldn't loose hope. Surely there were lots of young mares out there willing to come with him home, right?
As a new day started, Everett emerged from the forest, fresh with hope. He looked at his new home and pawed the ground in excitement. He half-reared and whinnied quietly, then started off to patrol the border before going away to find some mares. The black-purple-pink Frisian 4 year old looked back once more at his new home before a new adventure started.
The breeze from the ocean rolled off the waves and blew gently across the land, and he breathed it in deeply, enjoying the smell coming from the salty spray foaming on Everett's coat. Keen brown eyes survey the land, curiosity shining in their intelligent depths. Long, wavy mane blows gently behind the Frisian stallion as he trots down the slope, down to the beach. Powerful muscles ripped as his skin crawls with pleasure. He knew it, he just knew it, this would be his home. After a long and suffered past, the crazy-coated Frisian boy had found a home. He tossed his head into the air and stamped the ground with one massive hoof, spraying sand and sea-foam everywhere. He reared and lashed out, the wind whipping his mane across his neck and face, brown eyes blazing with light. He neighed out, his voice strong and brave in the dying lights of day, he returned to the ground and huffed a large sigh of contentment, happy with his new home. Turning in a half-circle, Everett started back up the hill, and away from the beach, into the small forest area for shelter as the moon rose high in the sky above the Frisian stallion's head. His brown eyes adjusted to the light and he nickered quietly in the darkness. The next step was to find some mares to convince to join him at his lovely paradise beachfront home, hopefully his shy charm would convince the lovely ladies he was the way to go, and if not, Everett
wouldn't loose hope. Surely there were lots of young mares out there willing to come with him home, right?
As a new day started, Everett emerged from the forest, fresh with hope. He looked at his new home and pawed the ground in excitement. He half-reared and whinnied quietly, then started off to patrol the border before going away to find some mares. The black-purple-pink Frisian 4 year old looked back once more at his new home before a new adventure started.