Post by vivaldi« on Jun 11, 2008 9:33:40 GMT 10
Tonight I Make My Mark;;
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The evening's cool breeze brushed through the thick fibers that hung loosely from my neck. Each step left one more uncountable stamp in the grassy soil. Every time the sky exhaled and a wind gusted, I shut the lids over my eyes, lowered my crane and pushed forward. What a life. But this was the life I lived. My father had watched my grow up in land much too similar to this to be correct, though they sat on hills that were placed many miles away from here. It would seem that this fair sized chunk of where ever I was had not yet been discovered. No rules written in stone. No one to tell me what to do. No more of my father's ghostly presence following me where ever I ventured. Brilliant. So when I decided that I would rule these lands, my way, I deliberately did what my father had told me he did; this is because hate, after all, is only skin deep. But when you are filled with hate for the world, you know that happiness, kindness and love are only skin deep too.
I knew I could be great. I knew I was great. But, damn, that night, that girl. She ruined me. No, no she did not. I didn't want to believe the truth. It was my own fault. I brought it on myself. But that was the past, that was unknown about around here and if I had any sort of brains at all, that was how it was going to stay. So I decided, tonight. Here. Tonight. It's Mine. I don't care who I have to go through, what I have to do; Tonight I start my new life. It will be great.
Lowering my auburn nostrils toward the dusty floor, I took a breath in, trying to identify if any other horses had stood where I am. Few, I decided. Mares, around three of them. A male. Just one. I snorted out the filthy air, leaving a cloud of tan powder in the moon's glow. Slowly blinking, I turned my crane toward the right, scouting out my ideal positioning. "Beautiful," I mumbled into the short fluff that remained on my shoulder blades from the previous winter. Before my fully dilated pupils stock a tall and mighty oak tree. It's shade even stood out from the dull glow of the lunar sky. Closing out the light to my eyes, I sighed, imagining beautiful females grazing aside the dandelions in the summer. Energetic adolescents finding entertainment in each other and fine men, standing by me, able to laugh with me about some dumb ass fight that went down in another land. Then I opened my eyes.
Becoming tired of my ever changing personality, I struck the ground with an iron rock, conveniently attached to the bottom of my leg. Unfortunately, it seemed to not suffer anything but a mild dent. Obvious, wasn't it? Not enough toe. Rolling my eyes at my own stupidity, I shuffled over to the place that I was day dreaming of earlier. Rising to my behind limbs, I made the same striking motion with my fore limbs in the air, allowing one limb to swing at the bark, making sure to dig a deep imprint of my toe into the tree. As the tree's trunk made a sickening crack, I allowed a deep, bellowy voice to stream from my jaws, "You see this?" I flung my skull wildly as I landed on the floor with all four limbs now, "This, my dears, is my mark. My land. My home. Each year of my blood's reign, there shall be a new mark upon this oak bark. As The tree grows, so will our family!" Pleased with myself, I snorted once more, because good measure never killed anyone, and flickered my eye lids until they fell onto their partners. Tonight I'd fall asleep to the thought of what I planned to accomplish tomorrow, in my lands.
V I V A L D I
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authors note; it is a
bit sketchy, not my best work...
it'll do though. =D
