Post by barrel on Jan 28, 2012 22:01:39 GMT -5
When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got a passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it...
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got a passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it...
A full moon had risen in the skies as its pale spotlight fell upon the mountains, illuminating everything it touched. Shadows danced within the spotlight, their ballerina movements were exceptional to watch. Nocturnal life had come alive with the risen moon, and the stars had finally showed themselves as well. The night is usually not a place for many creatures, for it is a time for rest and slumber. Though some beings found the nightlife to be called home, and for this fellow it was his preference. Preferring to prowl the shadows rather than the sunlight, for many of reasons but the main due to his primitive instincts. The pale light caught the alabaster flesh and seemed to give it an eerie glow, while the light also gave note to the chestnut patch the rested on his poll that gave the creature his appearance. Rust, and ice seemed to blend perfectly in the manner in which they gave each eye their own coloring. The framework was quite massive and robust muscles flexed and churned with his slow, extensive stride. Crafty hoof placement was precise in the manner in which he stepped, for one false move up the mountainside could mean a quite fatal descent.
A grin had plastered across the velveteen lips of this stallion, and it held a slight malicious glint. Indeed this stallion was in search of something to stimulate his mind and what better place than to test the waters of death and fate. This task for others may seem suicidal for who truly would climb upon a mountain in the dead of night? Doctor though was ever so pleased at this moment in time, making his ascent upward toward the peaks. Stamina and endurance were being tested along this travel, pushing the stallion to work harder and extend his body physically. Nasal cavity filled with the multiple aromas that flowed along the calm breeze, as oxygen flowed deeply into his bronchi and filled his lungs. The temperatures continued to go opposing of the direction in which the stallion was proceeding, for toward the peaks it gave relief of Summer heat. Doctor's ears pivoted and twisted on top of his defined skull as the eardrums picked up on the sounds that would deem unfriendly to the normal equine yet to Doctor this was a fine surprise.
One could have almost sworn that souls drifted here, the manner in which another presence seemed to always be felt even though one knew they were alone. A deviant chuckle escaped his larynx, as it rumbled much like thunder would as baritones released themselves into the atmosphere. Oh yes this place was certain perfection, arriving finally at the peaks where his destination had been set. Air had become quite thin, yet with the slow ascent it did not bother the creature much. Silence had filled the air, no creature lurked at the peak and therefore its rightful king would reign supreme. The Goliath made his way to the top of the peak, as eyes gazed endlessly across the scenery of the opposing lands. Yes Doctor would be ever so pleased with this land, and the inhabitants would learn their manners with their new king or see the fate that he deems fit. A wicked grin covered those handsome facial features, as the stallion allowed his haunches to move toward the earth. Front hooves and legs rose into the air and pawed only twice, as vocal cords erupted a deep, bellowing scream. It echoed for miles and miles, while all who called the mountain peaks home would now answer to their new King. The Witch Doctor.
Word Count: 604.
A grin had plastered across the velveteen lips of this stallion, and it held a slight malicious glint. Indeed this stallion was in search of something to stimulate his mind and what better place than to test the waters of death and fate. This task for others may seem suicidal for who truly would climb upon a mountain in the dead of night? Doctor though was ever so pleased at this moment in time, making his ascent upward toward the peaks. Stamina and endurance were being tested along this travel, pushing the stallion to work harder and extend his body physically. Nasal cavity filled with the multiple aromas that flowed along the calm breeze, as oxygen flowed deeply into his bronchi and filled his lungs. The temperatures continued to go opposing of the direction in which the stallion was proceeding, for toward the peaks it gave relief of Summer heat. Doctor's ears pivoted and twisted on top of his defined skull as the eardrums picked up on the sounds that would deem unfriendly to the normal equine yet to Doctor this was a fine surprise.
One could have almost sworn that souls drifted here, the manner in which another presence seemed to always be felt even though one knew they were alone. A deviant chuckle escaped his larynx, as it rumbled much like thunder would as baritones released themselves into the atmosphere. Oh yes this place was certain perfection, arriving finally at the peaks where his destination had been set. Air had become quite thin, yet with the slow ascent it did not bother the creature much. Silence had filled the air, no creature lurked at the peak and therefore its rightful king would reign supreme. The Goliath made his way to the top of the peak, as eyes gazed endlessly across the scenery of the opposing lands. Yes Doctor would be ever so pleased with this land, and the inhabitants would learn their manners with their new king or see the fate that he deems fit. A wicked grin covered those handsome facial features, as the stallion allowed his haunches to move toward the earth. Front hooves and legs rose into the air and pawed only twice, as vocal cords erupted a deep, bellowing scream. It echoed for miles and miles, while all who called the mountain peaks home would now answer to their new King. The Witch Doctor.
Word Count: 604.
I'm sexy and I know it