Big ebony orbs looked over the land, his land. Tan daggers hit the ground, like thunder in the sky. Long ebony tassles flying behind him, playing with the wind. A dark bay bodice, galloping 'cross the lands, seeing, hearing, knowing all. He cam to a stop, just infront of the forest line. he snfed, thinking that he will explor it later, noe, now was the time to claim this land. His daggers stifed up. He was off again, this time he came upon a meadow. It has lush grass, but it was brown lush grass, That will do fo me, it will have to do o the others he smerked to himself. His bodice was off again, running right twards a large pond. He stoped, lowerd his skull and started to sip the water out. He was a thirsty brute indeed. After he got his fill of liquid. He turned, he tuned to look once again, over his land. He stood there, letting the lyrics barge out of his mouth. Hear me out! Reeker, Leader of this here land! he neighed outlowd for all to hear him.

((Reeker is accepted as lead stallion, but please use "qoute signs" when a charrie is talking. ^^))

hehe...i usally do....not sure why i didnt there......must have been lazy! LoL

This is a warning that if no posts are made by you, this land goes back up for grabs on the 31st unless someone challenges for it, in which the land will be automatically forfitted.