Post by Piffle on May 25, 2007 9:47:59 GMT -5
Ebony stallion thunders into the empty terrain of the lights, the lands hold few equines but endless oportunity’s for this lone stranger. Scents fill the morning air but none reveal danger to the brute as he stands tall and proud in the center of the land, cranium held high audits flicking all around as he takes in all the sounds of his surounding, orbs of black check once more for unsuspecting danger. Daggeres strike the air as bod raises from the ground in a rear of defiance,
‘These lands I call Churinga
They are claimed by I Mystic Charm’
Cool crisp lyrics announce echoeing all around the lands
A cool dappled meadow stands alone surrounded but a line of ancient Oaks, a deep sparkling river flows to the east and a rocky outcrop boarders the west scattered with little hideaways, in the spring when everything comes to life the wild flowers come to life spreading colour through the entire land,
‘These lands I call Churinga
They are claimed by I Mystic Charm’
Cool crisp lyrics announce echoeing all around the lands
A cool dappled meadow stands alone surrounded but a line of ancient Oaks, a deep sparkling river flows to the east and a rocky outcrop boarders the west scattered with little hideaways, in the spring when everything comes to life the wild flowers come to life spreading colour through the entire land,