Post by thowra on Sept 16, 2011 3:29:46 GMT -5
The silver horse who moved through the cliff faces was one who no one had thought would come here. With him was another stallion though, but this one was much older and was not so interested in being the leader of a terra. Only for he knew that he would not be able to keep it from being claimed by the younger horses who seemed to want lands all the time.
Thowra, the young creamy, and the son of the older chestnut Arabian stallion moved across his lands, knowing that he would commit to memory all the borders. With a chuckle though he reared and screamed loud and clear.
“It is I, Thowra!”
There was no answer and therefore he decided that this would be his home. The Snowy River Herd would roam here, as would those who were descended from them.
Thowra, the young creamy, and the son of the older chestnut Arabian stallion moved across his lands, knowing that he would commit to memory all the borders. With a chuckle though he reared and screamed loud and clear.
“It is I, Thowra!”
There was no answer and therefore he decided that this would be his home. The Snowy River Herd would roam here, as would those who were descended from them.