Post by arabiannight on Jan 5, 2011 3:48:36 GMT -7
The painted mare roamed silently through the sand, brown eyes flicking back and forth. She was observing everything that she could, taking in all of the sights and imprinting them into her mind. The dunes, the sand, how the sun hit the desert in just the right way to create the image of a mirage. The place was fascinating.
It reminded her of a place far away, where her mother had brought her. They had seperated from the herd for a while and she had brought her there, allowing the paint to run through the sand and play, until they ultimately returned to the safety of the herd. Deserts were her favorite thing, a place that gave her a challenge and she always pictured herself living in one. This would be the perfect place.
All that needed to be done was to claim it. Dragging her frame to a halt, she cast one look at it, dragging a front hoof through the sand. Casting out a loud neigh, Kananeski claimed the land for herself. These deserts would be hers until she said otherwise.
It reminded her of a place far away, where her mother had brought her. They had seperated from the herd for a while and she had brought her there, allowing the paint to run through the sand and play, until they ultimately returned to the safety of the herd. Deserts were her favorite thing, a place that gave her a challenge and she always pictured herself living in one. This would be the perfect place.
All that needed to be done was to claim it. Dragging her frame to a halt, she cast one look at it, dragging a front hoof through the sand. Casting out a loud neigh, Kananeski claimed the land for herself. These deserts would be hers until she said otherwise.