Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 30, 2010 3:42:41 GMT -6
He moved with grace through his forest past the remains of what seemed a yard men kept horses in. Five or six years had past since he had seen man in this forest land and he was glad they were gone. Though why they had not returned was something of a mystery for him as he thought about the many times they had chased him through the trees.
No one knew the land better than he. The day someone knew it better than him would come one day, this he knew. He did not plan on it being his younger brother who did though. That was something that would never happen, as long as he lived.
He thought on other things though as well. Such as his newest mare. She would be coming here soon, he knew. And this was really a place of beauty, as he had said.
No one knew the land better than he. The day someone knew it better than him would come one day, this he knew. He did not plan on it being his younger brother who did though. That was something that would never happen, as long as he lived.
He thought on other things though as well. Such as his newest mare. She would be coming here soon, he knew. And this was really a place of beauty, as he had said.