Post by nala on Nov 6, 2011 21:09:21 GMT -5
Rafael
This was his home, his life, his only purpose. Without these lands what was Rafael? The full breed hot blood trekked easily through the sands of the desert, on his way through the territory. His mother and father didn't rule these lands, his mother and father no longer lived, but still Rafe made it his mission to re-claim the desert for his own, just as he had in his youthful play.
This is my home. He continued to tell himself, trotting hotly further into the territory. A light sweat caused his bay color to glisten in the sun. My home.
To all whom this may concern! He bugled out across the horizon. This is my home now, and I will fight to the grave for it. It sounded slightly silly as it rang in his ears, but what was a challenging stallion to say while bugling to the horizon?
