Silent Stories(Dakota)

[Aria]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=background,http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j265/cocoshortypepsi/amirbackground.png] The gray brute moved under the cover of dusk, his favorite time of day. The world as he knew it was silent, there were no sounds just utter silence. His other senses were heightened to make up for the non-existent hearing. He picked up a canter and moved across the lands slowly, his frame was lean and tall, his frame was flea bitten with some spots that looked as though they were wiped clean because he had some roaning. He could feel the vibrations from his snort, as he tossed his crown and stopped to look up the edge of a mountain that had a path leading up to some sort of city or temple he wasn’t for sure. He took the path up getting higher and higher, he still could move his harks so he pinned them off to the side becoming nervous not knowing what he was going to get when he reached the top. With another snort he stopped and looked around, a call left his kissers for the leader of these lands, which he had picked the scent up and had made a note that the leader was a queen. He always treated mares right they only deserved respect and fairness. He didn’t dare move an inch further into the lands because he didn’t want to upset anyone or anything on the lines of that. Harks pricked forth so he had his friendly look on, he was a very happy go-lucky kind of stallion and was very friendly and outgoing but he could also be serious if it was a time for that, a sigh left his lips as he waited.