dutch has arrived && claim May 18, 2011 19:13:00 GMT -6
Post by ashes on May 18, 2011 19:13:00 GMT -6
The sun was high, beaming down with all its glory, feeding the sweet spring grasses that grew at his hooves. Small flowers of all the colors of the rainbow were scattered across the blanket of green. Life thrived in this valley and he dearly hoped a herd would as well. His mother had told him to go build a live from the ground up if he had to and this was where he was starting. from the ground. he had a pretty plot of land and now all he needed were a few pretty mares to match. A few pretty foals would follow after that and hopefully would never end. He'd live a long happy life, have many children, and die a loved father, mate, and son. His mother would be proud.
He held his tail high as he raced across the land and let out a high pitched whinny that would spread quickly across the flat lands. If anyone was nearby they would surely hear and hopefully come to him. he wished for no fights and no confrontations. If another stallion approached that had already claimed this land he would simply leave peacefully and keep searching. There was free land out there, he just had to find it.
Dutch slowed to a trot as he approached the stream that cut through the valley, almost like a border. If he was to claim and protect this land he would have to get to know it very well. Every rock, tree, and hole he was going to have memorize. He would have to lay down boundaries and patrol them frequently. he wouldn't want some other stallion just trotting in and claiming it for himself. Dutch would have to leave to search for mares, though. His land would dwindle without mares and foals to eat its grasses and play in its field.
He bent his head to drink from the stream. Even the water was sweet. It was cool, refreshing, and filled him with confidence. This was his stream, his grass, his trees. No one could take it from him. The wind felt glorious as it slipped through his blond mane, sending the light-colored locks of hair for which he was named into the air. His mother had named him Dutch Locks for his fair mane which he had inherited from her. His dear mother, she had died too soon. he would never watch someone he loved so dearly die like that ever again. He swore it. He had been helpless as his mother's life slipped away and would never be that helpless again. He would protect his heard with his life and would never let any one of them be taken.
Sighing, he walked over and stood in the shade of a small tree, lifting his head up to the sky and looking at the sun through the leaves. His mother would have loved this land. She had told him stories of the land she had lived on before meeting his father and having him. She had described it as paradise. Safe, happy, food and water plentiful. There was no struggle, no death. he wanted this place to be like her paradise. This would be a paradise he built for those he loved.
ooc: Dutch Locks has claimed this land~