Post by ` k i w i ` on May 28, 2011 22:36:20 GMT -7
Sparkling, moist sand sticks to my pale hooves as I meander about the glimmering beaches, in search of other equine organisms. Crystal clear water laps at my hoof prints and sings a beautiful lyric in my white harks. Porcelain gulls with wings like paper circle above my crown, shouting secrets from above, adding a sharp tone to the chaotic serenity that is the soothing beach. About me hermit crabs scuttle from home to home and hole to hole, searching for their life's dreams and next meals. I raise my head into the wind, letting the cool breeze play it's fingers through my soft mane, the short trindles of pale hair waving like a banner.
I turn away from the glamorously clean ocean and move toward the shelter within the cliffs. My slow steps take me from gritty sand to smooth stone. The floor of this particular cave looks to be swept clean, and things look pleasant. A grin splashes across my sharp features as I steadily mosey into the shelter. I pass room after dark room as I plod along, never taking the time to stop and explore, there would be time for that later, when I had a real reason to seek out room. My wondering takes me to a central part of the caves. The tunnels open out into a grand room, full of lush trees and grasses. The floor is made of soft, loamy soil and high into the ceiling the rock open up into a sort of sky light, letting rays of precious sunlight trail down to the ground and the plant life. At one side, clear water rushes down the side of a beautifully carved stone wall and onto the floor, carving a river which waters the large ecosystem inside the cliffs.
With s decided grunt, I trot over to the slow moving, gleaming river, it's water sparkling more than the glare of the ocean and glimmer of the sand combined. I dip my muzzle into the stream and pull many great gulps from it. My sudden thirst quenched, I turn about me and take a moment to appreciate the true beauty of my surroundings. I rear my white bodice upon my hind legs and let out a startling screech. With my one call, I claim this territory for my own. I wait, for many hushed moments later, waiting for a return challenge. [/blockquote]
