claim

[.pintel.]

[[uh... in the process of making a claiming posty... can i reserve for two and a half seconds?? I gots to go run some quick errands...]]

[Requiem]

-- ooc -- yush of course. you may even reserve for a whole minute. --

[.pintel.]

[yay!!! you ish the bestest ever]

Cascading plains, certainly a place most fitting of its title. The land so familiar to the beast that roamed its endless seas of green. For once he was alone, there was no golden hued vix who followed his steps nor was their child anywhere to be found. Heavy hearted he wandered the empty landscape. Things had been changing all around the wild open spaces of GF. They had been for some time, but now it was a change that was solidified. He didn't know if he should ever see his beloved Peaches again but he would not lose hope.

The brute had been absent for a time, his mind leading him to strange places, exploring new lands. Loneliness did such things to a creature. Once more he found himself in his home, and fortunate he was to find it unoccupied. In his heart he felt no need to claim this place for he knew it was his, and had been for some time. Still he needed to make it known he was back and he wouldn't leave for any beast.

Pintel was a tall lanky brute, certainly not anything of massive build but he was strong. The stags ebon hide overlayed upon a dense bed of long lean muscles. Delicate pistons were perhaps his only weakness their length great but they were not the sturdy limbs of most wild horses. Speed was his strong point, but there need be no doubts in his fiery will to protect his home and the ones he loved. Long swooping strides moved the brute over the gently rolling terra, his crown carried level to his withers. His stance one of confidence, and complete comfort in his surroundings.

Pausing along the borders of the lands he perked his sense. Harks pointed ahead of him and he mustered all his might within his soul. The brute rocked himself to his haunches and stretched his bodice high into the air. Forelimbs pawing slowly, to keep his balance. There was no need for rash actions for he knew these lands would again be rightfully his. A shrill whinny escaped his vocals and the stag tossed his finely sculpted visage.

Ebon flints made contact with the earth once more and Pintel stood still as a statue. Ribbons gently flowing of his nape as a soft zephyr blew across his hide.

"I'm back." words spoken in a deep but quiet tone.

[Requiem]

-- ooc -- ohh I knoww. ^_^ j/k. I take it Peaches is still his mare ? PM me with a description of a terra if you'd like one. --