Post by ღ Ruby on May 19, 2006 16:29:44 GMT -5
Dagger scraped the sands, burying a few sapphire shells into their golden beds where they rested until found again. Cream colored silks and ribbons were flung into the ocean breeze as delicate nares inhaled the sweet breeze that escaped off the coast of the majestic ocean. This sanctuary, this place was one of a kind. Carefree- relaxed and enjoyable. It was perfect for colts and flickas to lounge in the morning sun, their glamorous tan pelts taking in the sunlight.
Light amber visionairs watched the mighty waves crash upon the sand, unrevealing treasures and prizes that have been lost at sea. But now they were found, visible in the naked clear of day, where they were possessions to the ones that found them and kept them. A slight nose was made, coming from the handsome colt's paper thins,ruining the silence that this island held. Hocks shuffled the sand as the liver tainted colt made it way across them, leaving hoof prints upon them as so many of equines have. But the rain and wind carried it away, as if the evidence was lost forever.
The cold wandered aimessly around in a slow motion kind of pattern, ribbons kissing his hocks softly as he than bolted forward towards the liquid of the aqua where his hoofs met the water in a rymthic motion. Droplets of desireable salty liquid splashed upon the colt's neatly neck, satisfying his bodice of the hott summer morning. The tip of his hock kisser was neatly dipped in the purified liquid as a soft whicker escaped the yung colt's velvetines, wanting, waiting for a flicka to come.
Light amber visionairs watched the mighty waves crash upon the sand, unrevealing treasures and prizes that have been lost at sea. But now they were found, visible in the naked clear of day, where they were possessions to the ones that found them and kept them. A slight nose was made, coming from the handsome colt's paper thins,ruining the silence that this island held. Hocks shuffled the sand as the liver tainted colt made it way across them, leaving hoof prints upon them as so many of equines have. But the rain and wind carried it away, as if the evidence was lost forever.
The cold wandered aimessly around in a slow motion kind of pattern, ribbons kissing his hocks softly as he than bolted forward towards the liquid of the aqua where his hoofs met the water in a rymthic motion. Droplets of desireable salty liquid splashed upon the colt's neatly neck, satisfying his bodice of the hott summer morning. The tip of his hock kisser was neatly dipped in the purified liquid as a soft whicker escaped the yung colt's velvetines, wanting, waiting for a flicka to come.