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Jul 21, 2011 9:32:47 GMT -5
Post by BRACKEN on Jul 21, 2011 9:32:47 GMT -5
[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true]A spark in the blackest darkness.. Dosetai
Just on the other side of his territory's border was the Riverbank. Though it was only steps away from the thick forest that marked the border, he did not call it his own, and on it anything was possible. He had been living restlessly in Artemis for days now, and with Spring fresh upon him, the blood bay paint could not help but eventually come to a point where he simply had to go. This was the first time in four years that he was actually making an effort to stay in one place, but his high energy levels were making it difficult, and Dosetai was beginning to get frustrated.The 17 hand athlete needed to be doing something, and so he'd finally put his worries behind him and strayed from the forested fields of his new home.
Now the land was much more open, but before him, flowing slowly but running at least up to his barrel, was the River. The smell of clean water and fresh air was enticing, and with a soft snort the white mugged bronc trodded toward the waters edge. He let himself go in up to his knees, enjoying the cool touch the liquid offered to his legs. The level of activity he exerted daily caused his strong legs to heat, and the waters felt great on them. Lowering his head to drink, Dosetai let his toned muscles relax, his single black ear, a mark in his family for generations, swiveled to watch his back- he never let his guard down all the way. With his coat shining from the sweat collected from running his borders previously, he stood in the shallows, mind set on finding somebody to join him.
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^^^^^^ quote to use it ^^^^^^ [bg=white][atrb=width,400,true]A spark in the blackest darkness.. Dosetai
Just on the other side of his territory's border was the Riverbank. Though it was only steps away from the thick forest that marked the border, he did not call it his own, and on it anything was possible. He had been living restlessly in Artemis for days now, and with Spring fresh upon him, the blood bay paint could not help but eventually come to a point where he simply had to go. This was the first time in four years that he was actually making an effort to stay in one place, but his high energy levels were making it difficult, and Dosetai was beginning to get frustrated.The 17 hand athlete needed to be doing something, and so he'd finally put his worries behind him and strayed from the forested fields of his new home.
Now the land was much more open, but before him, flowing slowly but running at least up to his barrel, was the River. The smell of clean water and fresh air was enticing, and with a soft snort the white mugged bronc trodded toward the waters edge. He let himself go in up to his knees, enjoying the cool touch the liquid offered to his legs. The level of activity he exerted daily caused his strong legs to heat, and the waters felt great on them. Lowering his head to drink, Dosetai let his toned muscles relax, his single black ear, a mark in his family for generations, swiveled to watch his back- he never let his guard down all the way. With his coat shining from the sweat collected from running his borders previously, he stood in the shallows, mind set on finding somebody to join him.
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^^^^^ quote to use; i removed the second 'blockquote' code ^^^^^
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