This'll Do....For Now [claim]

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=3e4b57] Icy blue pools lit up with excitment as the stallion's large, dinner plate sized hooves cracked through the bones that littered spots throughout this wonderful valley of his. The light spring breeze gently lifted the stallion's mane and played with it before he shook his crown sending the strands of hair flying all over the place, his eyes traveled about the old herd land, picking up on the stale scents of the horses that had once lived here. Most likely this place hadn't been occupied since before the fires that had torn through the lands of Tuathia, shaking his crown once more a snort tore through his delicate pink nares. This was exactly what his mother would have wanted him to do, lay low, claim a normal land and build it up till he was finally well known enough to reach up and snag the title that was so very dear to him Alpha. Of course that would take time and paitence, something that could cause horses who cross him on the wrong days to pay dearly, but he would do what it took to make his mother proud as he knew she was watching every move he made. Eyes traveled about the lands as his huge hooves kicked random bones, sending them rattling across the herd land, he was liking what was being seen. There was a small pool of water that had a slight brackish taste to it, but nothing that would hurt someone if they chose to drink from it. Grass grew nicely in patches that weren't bone dust covered and Sampson could already see the foals jumping and playing around, of course by then many more of these bones would have turned into dust, or been crushed beneath the herds hooves and the lands would be safe for play. Flicking his tail in defense against a fly who had decided to land on his ebony barrel the stallion pulled his feathered hooves to a stand still and looked out over the land before nodding his two toned crown. This valley would do, it would be his for as long as it suited his purpose. "Speech" [Featuring;; Sampson ; Black Sabino w. Rabicano ; Shire ; Blue ; 6 ; 18 ; Herdless ; No Mate ] [Tag;; Claimer ] [Words;; 364 ] [Muse;; ] [Notes;; Sorry it stinks, they will get better as I get used to his personality. ]

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