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Post by gravity on Jul 23, 2009 17:49:31 GMT -5
The alabaster hued stallion had been travelling for a long time. His forelock fell into his line of vision as his head lowered to the ground, lips fumbling to find emerald blades of grass. Chewing up a mouthful, Gravity murmured tiredly and shook his mighty head, before swallowing it down. Ebony pools flickered with mixed emotions. Happiness, as he was glad that he'd finally found the Air Kingdom, at last. Sadness, because he wouldn't have to be in this place, a loner looking for a home, if his father wasn't dead. Hope, for maybe he would find some company here, and possibly that special someone to start a family with. And shame, seeing as if he were brave enough, he could stand up to his uncle and take back his father's throne, which would end up going to him anyway. But he wasn't. He had no idea how his mother and friends were. He hadn't seen them in a long time. Maybe they were dead, maybe they'd forgotton about him. But he could never forget about them.
Moving forward on long, sturdy, snow white pillars, the stallion silently surveyed his surroundings. The scent of Air Benders was stale in the air, there hadn't been horses around here in a while. Maybe this land was up for claim? This could be a chance for him to finally start his own family and live the life he'd always wanted. The one he'd seen himself living when he was a young colt, fantasising about being King over his own little harem. All the colts in his old herd had wanted to be the Lead Stallion, but Gravity's father had picked him. But now the stallion was dead, and Gravity was forced to live the life of a rankless loner, instead of the royal position he'd been born to have. And now he could actually become a King again. Of course, there was already a King and Queen of the Air Benders, but, within his own little herd, if he pledged his alliegance to his rulers, which he did, he could be a King aswell. Sighing tiredly, the maturing steed let a soft whicker escape his parted lips, before he tossed his head and looked around.
What did he have to do to become the leader of this land? Did he have to meet the King, or the Queen? Both, maybe? Shrugging his shoulders, Gravity just stood, leaning against the thick stump of an old Oak tree that loomed above him, resting his tired body. As the birds flew around him and chirped merrily to one another, the stallion wished now, possibly more than he had done since he was chased from his old herd, that he wasn't alone.
{ word count } ;; 453
{ puppet } ;; Gravity
{ audience } ;; To be announced.
{ current mood } ;; Tired, lonely, wishing to claim the land, a little wary, seeking companionship.
{ notes } ;; Hmm, not bad for my first post with him.
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