Post by Tikayla on Oct 26, 2008 20:09:09 GMT -5
The stag lifts his majestic head to the wind and sniffs it. His nostrils flare as he catches the scent of the stag he is challenging for these land. He does not want to force any horse away from his homelands but he knows that he must have a place for his herd that he is trying to put together.
He trumpets into the wind.
"King Mental of Cutberry Downs, come to my call or forfeit these lands forever. I have come to challenge you for this land and I will fight you for it," he screams above the howling winds.
It would seem that a storm has cooked up for this event. He can smell the rain on the wind and he can see the brewing storm clouds. He steps deeper into the neutral territories, scanning it, looking at it to see what it is all about. He is eager to own this land for his own.
He trumpets into the wind.
"King Mental of Cutberry Downs, come to my call or forfeit these lands forever. I have come to challenge you for this land and I will fight you for it," he screams above the howling winds.
It would seem that a storm has cooked up for this event. He can smell the rain on the wind and he can see the brewing storm clouds. He steps deeper into the neutral territories, scanning it, looking at it to see what it is all about. He is eager to own this land for his own.
