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Post by cheezwizzard on Mar 11, 2012 21:50:45 GMT -5
The painted champion moved slowly, yet with purpose. Hidden Cove was once again under his reign and he was ready to start a revolution of freedom. So many King's throughout the land of MUSTANG had taken the wilderness for granted and had corrupted the system. The simple system was destroyed and evil indivuals were loose. They raped mares and corrupted the young, often with out mercy. Rapture had up until a year ago had been an evil being himself. He lost the Cove and slipped into a period of darkness, taking the innocence of many. He changed as time went on and was now ready to assume his duties as lead and be everything the herd needed. He would be a caretaker, protector, father, uncle, and friend as needed, without a second thought.
His thin, yet muscular carcass swayed in a easy rhythm as he made his way to the center of the lands, near the water fall. His inky black pelt clashed with the white mark, just around his girth. He was a handsome beast. Dark and mysterious, like most mares enjoyed. His eyes were literally the window to his soul. They could be the serious and unemotional color of dark brown or be the honey brown he had when at ease. They glowed with life and humor, like the stars in a midnight sky. Reaching a dark rock at the edge of the water, Rapture climbed a top it and let out a cry to beckon any herd members forward, to meet there new lead.
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