Post by Lingen ♥ ♥ on Dec 30, 2006 19:27:27 GMT -5
The journey to find wild horses wasnt easy, but to find some of the best wild horses seemed impossible. The trip started at the base of mogollons(desert). It would leave the desert and turn into a maze of canyons, ravines, and upturned slabs of sandstone. You would have to handle a steep climb onto a long flat bench(hill side). It would seem that you were at the end of your life looking at the-c-
bottomless chasm. Sometimes there wasnt even a trail to lead you to where you needed to go. The grounds would tilt steeply. You would have to plunge into canyons walls that rose a hundred feet upward. The canyon would widen, and the walls would sink until they were mere banks. There would be dangerous stretches of time-polished-stone. You would have to go through a cave-like passage where if-c-
you were to be riding a horse your knees would rub against the sides. It would last for a quarter mile before you saw light. you would have to travel for atleast 3 more hours into the mogollans. There would be terrifying norrow and steep trails. You would think there would be no valley out here where wild horses could live. Then you would see grassy floor. Rimming the narrow valley like-c-
sentiles at attention, were thick mountain pines. Their dark green branches contrasted sharply with the lighter grren of tall grass which covered the earth like a soft blanket. Far to the north, the waning sunlight glinted on water. It was impossible to determine the exact size of the lake; but it appeared to lie almost in the middle of the valley. A mare would then come into veiw. A mare who-c-
lived in these lands and they were her home. The mare would seem like a gigantic mare but for she would only stand at 15.2hh. There was something terrifying in the way she stood there, with the dying sun drenching her great body in bloody light. She faced south, her finely chiseled head upfling on its massive neck. Wind, streaming from the north, caught the heavy black and white mane and tail-c-
and swept them in a wildly tossing cascade along the heaving side and over the dark eyes. At first she looked black; but in the red light that poured over the mountain plain, it was diffucult to determine her exact coloring. Then, her big body moved and stood quartering toward a stone. There you could see that she had a black and white painted body, that were covered with-c-
countless dapples along the bulging shoulders and hind quarters. Every line and curve of the towering from bespoke breeding of the highest order. No wild mustang grew to such size and flawless conformation. No impure blood could produce legs like slender bands of steel such as she possed. Without scar or blemish, she poised there, outlined against the sky, like some forbidding giant from-c-
another world. And her wildness hovered over her and filled the air about her like a heavy frightening scent. For a full minute she stood remained in the fading light, then moved, turning on the ledge to face into the wind. He swung her head slowly from side to side, vaguely disturbed by something she sensed but could not identify. The wind was against her carrying no sense of danger; still-c-
she keened the air, trying to sift some message from it. She lefted in a blink of a eye. Now running in the valley. By herself. She broke into a headlong flight. She stopped close to the lake now staying close to water and food. For she kept herself alert incase she saw others. This fine creatures name was Shatez.-d-
bottomless chasm. Sometimes there wasnt even a trail to lead you to where you needed to go. The grounds would tilt steeply. You would have to plunge into canyons walls that rose a hundred feet upward. The canyon would widen, and the walls would sink until they were mere banks. There would be dangerous stretches of time-polished-stone. You would have to go through a cave-like passage where if-c-
you were to be riding a horse your knees would rub against the sides. It would last for a quarter mile before you saw light. you would have to travel for atleast 3 more hours into the mogollans. There would be terrifying norrow and steep trails. You would think there would be no valley out here where wild horses could live. Then you would see grassy floor. Rimming the narrow valley like-c-
sentiles at attention, were thick mountain pines. Their dark green branches contrasted sharply with the lighter grren of tall grass which covered the earth like a soft blanket. Far to the north, the waning sunlight glinted on water. It was impossible to determine the exact size of the lake; but it appeared to lie almost in the middle of the valley. A mare would then come into veiw. A mare who-c-
lived in these lands and they were her home. The mare would seem like a gigantic mare but for she would only stand at 15.2hh. There was something terrifying in the way she stood there, with the dying sun drenching her great body in bloody light. She faced south, her finely chiseled head upfling on its massive neck. Wind, streaming from the north, caught the heavy black and white mane and tail-c-
and swept them in a wildly tossing cascade along the heaving side and over the dark eyes. At first she looked black; but in the red light that poured over the mountain plain, it was diffucult to determine her exact coloring. Then, her big body moved and stood quartering toward a stone. There you could see that she had a black and white painted body, that were covered with-c-
countless dapples along the bulging shoulders and hind quarters. Every line and curve of the towering from bespoke breeding of the highest order. No wild mustang grew to such size and flawless conformation. No impure blood could produce legs like slender bands of steel such as she possed. Without scar or blemish, she poised there, outlined against the sky, like some forbidding giant from-c-
another world. And her wildness hovered over her and filled the air about her like a heavy frightening scent. For a full minute she stood remained in the fading light, then moved, turning on the ledge to face into the wind. He swung her head slowly from side to side, vaguely disturbed by something she sensed but could not identify. The wind was against her carrying no sense of danger; still-c-
she keened the air, trying to sift some message from it. She lefted in a blink of a eye. Now running in the valley. By herself. She broke into a headlong flight. She stopped close to the lake now staying close to water and food. For she kept herself alert incase she saw others. This fine creatures name was Shatez.-d-