Post by racechick on Jan 30, 2011 18:45:55 GMT -6
Comanche
Mahogany and ivory dueled patchwork stag bound into the valley, the enchanting globe that hung in the darkness of the midnight sky illuminated his path, ebony plates rough against the earth. Obsidian pools washed the terra, a snort rippling through his thin walled nares, crania low as he powerfully pushed his mass across the valley. Acute harks swiveled atop his attic, pillars slowing to a steady amble. This was a nice enough terra, the brute inspecting the land in more detail, his stance eminating alertness. Comanche stopped his stride, bobbing his crown with a satisfied snort ringing from his nostrils. Fore columns lifted from the earth, slicing away at the dark night sky, "I, Comanche, claim this land as the Valley of Dreams!" He bellowed, forelock draping over his multi-hued left optic. Round hooves indented the earth's face, the brute stepping into a prancing trot, arching his proud boa neatly toward his chest. He danced off in the direction of the claiming meadow, deciding it was time to get a few mares to add to his herd.