Post by Sacoorah on Jun 10, 2017 19:25:28 GMT -5
The ten year old, seventeen point one hand, palomino, Oldenburg, Tennessee Walking Horse crossed stallion had been here all his life and had not yet found himself a permanent home within the land of his Alliance. Perhaps it was time for him to change that. He knew there were at least three lands that were rulerless in the home of his King. He had often found himself drawn to the place called Forest of Halos. Perhaps he should claim it as his own. He'd been thinking about it all the night before and had not slept.
With the warmth of the sun on his palomino form, Marcolin paced calmly through the trees of the Forest of Halos and looked around deciding if he wanted to really take that next step. Shifting to his red panda form briefly he climbed the nearby tree and looked around from above and decided he did want it. He did want to rule this little slice of Heaven. Descending the tree, Marcolin took on his equine form once more and paced into one of the sunlit clearings. Lifting his muzzle to the sky Marcolin called out.
"Mi'Lord Tucker, I, Marcolin desire a brief audience with you. I have a favour to ask of you my mighty ruler. I do so wish to claim this little slice of Heaven as my own, if you find me worthy of such." Then Marcolin fell silent and stood in the sunlight and waited to see if his King would grace him with his presence, and find him worthy of such a power as he could wield over this place if it were his own. Sure it was just a small territory, but it was a perfect size for the elder stallion that wanted to finally settle down in his own place and become a master of his own Domain. But that would only be realized if his King would grant him that strength and that power.
And so it was that Marcolin awaited the presence of his King or someone to challenge his possible Claim to the Forest of Halos.
Word Count: 351
"Speaking"
Listening
Notes: Wild Dancer Here we go, lets see how things go for this.
