Post by Aspen on Feb 11, 2008 21:48:34 GMT -5
OOC: This is an open thread people!! For all those who come on. ;D
[glow=blue,2,300]The wind whispered secrets to the tall pines, aspens, and other trees in Castell Forest. The snow slowly drifted form the sky to land on the heavily burdened limbs of the mighty oaks. Steam billowed from the mighty nares of the large beat making its way through the beautiful forest. His gleaming coat seemed to blend easily into the surrounding forest. He effortlessly glided through the deep snow. He looked as though he were a god. He never sunk into the snow at all. Aspen was the name of the lone horse passing trough.
Here in Equine heaven, where it is a place for many creatures. Big or small all are welcome. Some though, don't exactly feel that way.
Being the leader of a herd. Aspen was very good at being a leader. He was smart, strong, and some would say handsome. For a horse any way. A few of the elders who knew his father, whom was too a leader of Aspens herd, said that Aspen was to be a great leader and that many would look up to him. As a matter of fact they were right. He was still alone, and hadn't had any foals what so ever. He needed to find some one soon. He needed an heir to the throne as it were, to his herd. The Quake Herd. Horses called it. Aspen continued on his way through Castell Forest. The snow had started to pick up, which made it harder to see. His long silky mane kept most of the snow out of his eye, but the whipping wind made things worse. Shelter would have been nice right about now but none of the trees bent low enough to keep wind and snow out. Nor were there caves or any sort of thing such as that around. He was in trouble. Trouble seemed to come easy to him. Not like he enjoyed it, but it showed up at his door any way. His deep chocolate eyes scanned left and right to find some sort of opening or something that would provide what he needed most right now. The wind picked up and buffeted his fur, blew into his eyes and made it so hard to see that he had to stop. He found a large oak near him, and preceded to walk toward it. He stooped low and leaned against it. Trying to keep the awful weather out.
[/glow][/center][glow=blue,2,300]The wind whispered secrets to the tall pines, aspens, and other trees in Castell Forest. The snow slowly drifted form the sky to land on the heavily burdened limbs of the mighty oaks. Steam billowed from the mighty nares of the large beat making its way through the beautiful forest. His gleaming coat seemed to blend easily into the surrounding forest. He effortlessly glided through the deep snow. He looked as though he were a god. He never sunk into the snow at all. Aspen was the name of the lone horse passing trough.
Here in Equine heaven, where it is a place for many creatures. Big or small all are welcome. Some though, don't exactly feel that way.
Being the leader of a herd. Aspen was very good at being a leader. He was smart, strong, and some would say handsome. For a horse any way. A few of the elders who knew his father, whom was too a leader of Aspens herd, said that Aspen was to be a great leader and that many would look up to him. As a matter of fact they were right. He was still alone, and hadn't had any foals what so ever. He needed to find some one soon. He needed an heir to the throne as it were, to his herd. The Quake Herd. Horses called it. Aspen continued on his way through Castell Forest. The snow had started to pick up, which made it harder to see. His long silky mane kept most of the snow out of his eye, but the whipping wind made things worse. Shelter would have been nice right about now but none of the trees bent low enough to keep wind and snow out. Nor were there caves or any sort of thing such as that around. He was in trouble. Trouble seemed to come easy to him. Not like he enjoyed it, but it showed up at his door any way. His deep chocolate eyes scanned left and right to find some sort of opening or something that would provide what he needed most right now. The wind picked up and buffeted his fur, blew into his eyes and made it so hard to see that he had to stop. He found a large oak near him, and preceded to walk toward it. He stooped low and leaned against it. Trying to keep the awful weather out.