Post by ~!~Shzam~!~ on Mar 11, 2007 3:28:51 GMT -5
Porcelain figure appeared against the far horizon. High stepping, nape arched, tiara held proudly she came. No, this mare was not here for those who pined for a home. She had struck out and found her own land to rule. She was not a mare that needed a stallion to lead. Moment in Time was one who made her own paths in life, not those made worn by others. What was the ivory minx doing upon the grounds of the claiming lands? Well to claim of cause. Halting in a wide space, the mare's white towers perched upright upon the chiseled cranium swiveled this way and that never pausing. Pools strained as they sought movement, shapes, anything. Her whole being searching for any sign of life. Searching for those who would be grateful of the home she offered.
Boldly Time parted her velvet kissers and released a strong call upon the passing wind. Calling for those homeless wanderers that wished for a place within a Neutral land. It was hard to be one of the undecided but Time saw no other way for her. No other side seemed fitting and she was pretty sure either side would think the same of her. So the only option left was one of the Neutrals, unsure of a side and despised by both for their choice. She would not care. Her lands would be a pleasing place for her kind, away from the judging gaze of the lights and the despising glares of the darks. Excitement bubbled within her soul. She would make this work! Dancing in place the dove released another call to those who had ears to hear.
Boldly Time parted her velvet kissers and released a strong call upon the passing wind. Calling for those homeless wanderers that wished for a place within a Neutral land. It was hard to be one of the undecided but Time saw no other way for her. No other side seemed fitting and she was pretty sure either side would think the same of her. So the only option left was one of the Neutrals, unsure of a side and despised by both for their choice. She would not care. Her lands would be a pleasing place for her kind, away from the judging gaze of the lights and the despising glares of the darks. Excitement bubbled within her soul. She would make this work! Dancing in place the dove released another call to those who had ears to hear.