Post by Dusty's Dark Angelic Rider on Feb 16, 2011 3:56:06 GMT 12
Nicca, a golden brown stallion galloped through the mountians, knowing that he could not live on the plains or in a valley, he knew that the Mountians were the only place he could live.
Standing on the Ridge, he let out a loud claiming neigh as he reared and lashed his hooves out. Slamming them down, he looked back from where he came, knowing the only human he could ever trust was just down the mountian. "I am Nicca, son of Thundering Gallop, my father and Lightening Strikes, my Mother," he said. "This is Rolling Mountain Thunder." he cried out.
Decripion:
Moutains and ridges cover the land, trees along the lake shore that has a waterfall the falls between two ridges that the stallion stands on to watch the herd. Lush meadows for grazing, but thunder tries to claim the sky, but has a battle against Lightening that has also claimed the sky, this more then likely happens at night, a light but welcoming rain comes once a week, maybe a few more times, but the stallion enjoys the mountains of his.
Standing on the Ridge, he let out a loud claiming neigh as he reared and lashed his hooves out. Slamming them down, he looked back from where he came, knowing the only human he could ever trust was just down the mountian. "I am Nicca, son of Thundering Gallop, my father and Lightening Strikes, my Mother," he said. "This is Rolling Mountain Thunder." he cried out.
Decripion:
Moutains and ridges cover the land, trees along the lake shore that has a waterfall the falls between two ridges that the stallion stands on to watch the herd. Lush meadows for grazing, but thunder tries to claim the sky, but has a battle against Lightening that has also claimed the sky, this more then likely happens at night, a light but welcoming rain comes once a week, maybe a few more times, but the stallion enjoys the mountains of his.
