Post by darknight on Feb 2, 2008 18:01:14 GMT -5
A mare had trotted onto the land, her name matched half her style, Dark Night. Her black fur shined as the sun hit it. She was proud that she was finally going to have a new home, away from the old herd. In her old herd, she was called an outsider because of her unique style. So she left it. Now she ruthfully regrets leaving the herd because she had spent the winter alone and cold, but now as it is a tad bit warmer, she happily roams the land. "I wonder when I'll get to the exact center of this territory because I want all to hear my claim, especially stallions." she said. Finally, she reached the center. Dark reared on her back hooves and called out: "I CLAIM THIS HERE LAND AS MINE, DARK NIGHT'S! ANYONE WHO WISHES TO COME MUST SPEAK TO ME FIRST! ESPECIALLY STALLIONS! THAT'S RIGHT! ALL STALLIONS ARE ALLOWED IN THIS TERRITIRY AS LONG AS THEY KNOW THAT ME, DARK NIGHT IS LEADER! SO COME AS YOU WISH! I DON'T MIND!" Her call raced across the lands.