Post by Kri the Resolute on May 28, 2012 21:45:05 GMT -5
I flew, into the foreign territory as quickly as my wings would take me, wind brushing against my back. Let today be the day that my kin earn their home once again.
My hooves make a clamor of a noise as they land upon the orange rock, so similar in feel to that of the Cliffs my heart ached for. No longer were those pillars still standing, but there was always a new home to be made, history to be forged. I slap my wings down against my back, straighten my spine, my head lifted to the sky.
A bellow is released, calling for my allies as well as the natives who lived here. "I challenge any who live here to fight for their home!"
Let them come. Let today be the day that blood is shed, for better or worse.
I MADE A THRONE FOR HOPE TO SIT.
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