Post by Arwen on Oct 26, 2011 21:35:50 GMT -5
Joker
.:YoU cAn'T sPeLl SlAuGhTeR wItHoUt LAuGhTeR:.
My tightly wound muscles bunched and extended beneath me, hurling my burly frame over the solid ground at a alarming pace. The puffs of breath from my nostrils formed tiny clouds that quickly dissipated. The night air was still felt frigid within my lungs, nevertheless I took deep breaths. The moons soft beams of light shown down upon my Appaloosa speckled rump, the rest of my frame blended with the night as a dark blue roan. I was on a mission. Upon arriving in this land I had met a few mares to my liking which only deepened my lust for a herd. Now, I must claim a new home.
At six years old, heavily muscled, and standing high at sixteen hands I was a fierce competitor. With a charming aura, striking blue eyes, and a flirtatious playful nature I was hard to resist. And better yet, I knew it. My pace faltered only slightly as a new smell filled my nose. I snorted, it was a rather rank and wet smell. Like decaying vegetation. As I followed the smell, the ground beneath my daggers became soft and muddy.
Soon I came across a swampland. There were deep puddles of stagnant water, and all sorts of plant life growing in and around them. The soft croaking of frogs and buzzing of mosquitos met my ears. With a vigorous buck I lunged forward, tromping through the water. Sweat, water, and mud coated my chest and legs, some clumps of flying debris reaching as far as my back. As I trudged deeper into the territory the water reached my chest. Just as I thought I would have to turn back my daggers found footing. I came upon a rather beautifully put together large clearing. The clearing had plenty to eat, one large standing pool of fresh water fed by a stream, and plenty of shelter.
There were no scents of lingering horses, and with a snicker to myself I reared up into the air. My daggers struck out at the air angrily as a scream like whinny echoed eerily across the night. "I Joker, hereby claim The Swamplands for myself!" I stood silently for at least ten minutes listening for the slightest objection to my claim. Not a living thing stirred. A sadistic smile plastered itself comfortably to my maw as I set out back for the other lands in search of mares to fill my new home. Come out, Come out wherever you are!!
