Post by FlightAdmin on Apr 23, 2011 15:09:02 GMT -5
Flight seemed far, the wind was grabbing the sand and tossing it against the large barrel of the equine whom watches as the land seemed to get more remote as the fog rose from the warm mirrored waters. This land was alluring, and bewitching to the eyes of this lone stallion. Twas the land, beckoning the stallion closer to the edge of the volcanic beach. The boiling water pushed up against the ebony sand leaving new grains born. The enchanting sun beamed across the land, rays scattered through the canopies just behind while the whispering oaks sang with eachother seductive songs.
Time would only tell, when he could fly.