Post by >+_Echo_+< on Jun 29, 2007 11:11:56 GMT -5
Shadowy outline of an equine entered the terrain known as Thunder Plain. Streaks of lightning bolted down from the heavens, licking the earth and coiling back to their place of desire. Lighting up the earth the revealed a white stag, his dance slow, as if his spirit had left him. Zephyr tugged as his banner and whipcord, beckoning him to fight. Visage was hung lowly, as if welded there so it could not move. Lanterns lit up with every bolt of energy to the earth,but faded back to darkness. The equine stopped, his visage raising to the heavens, so it wasn't welded after all. Kissers parted, revealing the ivorines he possessed. Call came from deep within him, traveling out to the world,breaking the storm and all silence. Did he rear up and make a showy challenge? No. He simply stated his call, and waited. He would beat this stag, he must, he needed a land. He...was Beautiful Disaster.