Post by ..:s e r e n d i p i t y:.. on Jun 13, 2007 12:28:15 GMT -5
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound echoes around the high ceilinged cavern, and Tenor's ears swivel manically as he tries to catch each rebounding noise. It was hard to tell which were echoes, and which were not. But Tenor had always been content to watch and wait to find out what he needed to know.
It smelt forsaken, this dimly lit grotto. The half-light suited the silent stallion to a T, and he hoped to claim this land as his own. He could smell some stream that trickled deeper into the cave, and nearer the entrance was some stubborn grass. This could be a suitable home for any stud.
It was arare occurance for Tenor's voice to be heard, but now it rang triumphantly around the terra. He claimed this as his own.
Name: Cavern of Echoes
Description: An eerie cavern that eats into the earth, guarded by a silent stallion. Any sound made echoes, and many have been lost in the half-light of Tenor's home.
The sound echoes around the high ceilinged cavern, and Tenor's ears swivel manically as he tries to catch each rebounding noise. It was hard to tell which were echoes, and which were not. But Tenor had always been content to watch and wait to find out what he needed to know.
It smelt forsaken, this dimly lit grotto. The half-light suited the silent stallion to a T, and he hoped to claim this land as his own. He could smell some stream that trickled deeper into the cave, and nearer the entrance was some stubborn grass. This could be a suitable home for any stud.
It was arare occurance for Tenor's voice to be heard, but now it rang triumphantly around the terra. He claimed this as his own.
Name: Cavern of Echoes
Description: An eerie cavern that eats into the earth, guarded by a silent stallion. Any sound made echoes, and many have been lost in the half-light of Tenor's home.
