|Gerrard Claims|

[Nipper~I-Miss-You]

<sub>Tell me How You Feel!

The Flame enchanced Caeser trotting in, bobbing 'is skull, almost as if 'e was humming, though with 'is dancers closed so 'e could not see where 'e was going, especially not the kind of land 'e was entering. The Sun will shine on you! 'e was singing to 'imself as 'is trot turned into a canter, then suddenly stumbling slightly, 'is dancers opened wide, as they suddenly flooded with light, the birds singing above 'im on the twisted oaks and the Curved Willow trees. The Lake was shimmering maginificently as 'e was amazed, for nobody seemed to be in habiting this beautiful land, if only 'e dare to claim it, 'e could call it 'is own! Just imagine, 'is own land!

I Claim This Land!

Gerrard called, 'is lyri echoing throughout the beautiful lands, as 'e watched squirrels charging about, the morning sun beginning to rise, as they all scarpered as 'e slowly relised the foxes were awakening, to take in the morning scent, the morning dew smell, and the daisies covered the Blades of verte, with buttercups and maybe the odd daffodil, with violets in a bunch, Oh what a beautiful land, how could nobody be inhabiting the land! But then again 'e was as 'e chuckled to 'imself, thinking of the many things that 'e could do with the land...</sub>

[Rebel™]

ooc // Good. Lufferly post, I'll go put his name up. My favorite celebrity's name is Gerard Way. Heeheehee. Hottie. Anyways, it's yours.

[Nipper~I-Miss-You]

_{OOC// Thankies, I didn't have much muse, so I have now used it all up. Lol. Gerard Way!!!!!! He's a Hottie! He's called Gerrard because I Love the English Footballer Steven Gerrard.}

[sightedwolf]

The sun shone gaily as the brook, gurgling and babbling as it journeyed ever southward, fractured the rays, scattering them like nothing more than diamonds. The trees danced joyfully in the breeze as it tickled their branches. Yet amid all the happiness, three little mares huddled together, frightened and utterly miserable, on the bank of the stream, their coats dappled by the foliage overhead.

The youngest was the pitch of the darkest moonless night and staring listlessly at the grass at her feet. She was terribly pregnant and though she needed to eat and keep up her strength, she would not graze. She merely hung her head and flicked her tail halfheartedly at the flies biting her so cruelly.

The oldest, an attractive blood bay, drank greedily of the cool, refreshing waters. Having quenched her thirst, she lifted her head and turned to watch her niece worriedly. Of the three, Hoshi had taken the seperation hardest. She had been the lead mare, pregnant with the child of Nialo Nightbreeze, lead stallion and love of her life. Now she was depressed and nervous about her foal. Nari sighed and glanced at their last companion.

Mayuri was a very attractive, very flashy, very tall dun mare, with four white legs, white blaze and greenish eyes. Though she'd never admit to it, she was very concerned for both Hoshi and the foal. She snorted and very suddenly threw her head up, ears perked to the thunder of approaching hooves and the musical sound of a stallion's voice. A fiery chestnut stallion trotted into view, almost dancing and singing to himself, mesmerizing Mayuri. She watched him intently, almost smiling to herself. Nari walked up beside her and nickered a question. Mayuri burred and tossed her delicate head in an obvious answer.

She reared, leapt the brook and cantered gracefully toward the brute. She stopped barely two paces from him and inclined her head in a bow.
Good sir, can you tell me what land I and my companions have stumbled upon?