Post by palomino on Apr 27, 2012 11:25:21 GMT -5
A Hero's Legacy
Not a creature stirred in the dark hours of the early morning. There remained however a sense of appointment by all the resting animals for that first light of dawn to shimmer through the dark mist and send the night hunters to bed. The silence seemed like it were made of glass as the first rays of sunlight peered in through the mist, untilit was shattered by the sound of clanking, clattering, and clinking of metal.
A brilliant blinding flash errupted over the hill as an armor clad stallion topped the rise. He was an ethereal image, a fairytale even, as he had so suddenly appeared.
Instantly an eyes would take in the brilliant gold of his armor. He wore a golden mask encrusted with rubies above the eyes and a gold and silver spiraled horn centered between them caught the sun's brilliant light at the tip.His chest plate was fitted somewhat like a pulling collar and crossed arrows decorated the sheild on his chest while the remaining armor still brilliantly polished covered his ribs, hindquarters, and tail dock. A triumphant smile curved the commanding young stallion's maw. as he reached the "safe lands" Underneath one could hardly tell what this lone warrior looked like but his coloring was as unique as the armor he bore. His base coat was blood bay, while his face above his grey eyes and to the tip of his muzzle was white as were the high socks on his legs and the end of his tail.
His build was somewhat tall at 16hh but he was very wide and stocky too. This howecer was of no importance to him at all. No, what mattered most was that he had done it. By "it" of course meaning escaped. Escaped from the fiery forges of the metal workers of the north. It hadn't been easy though, first he had to make the drafts believe the colt had no special abilities or if he'd been discovered he might very well have been forced to fight and lose to the young drafts in training, forced to serve in the northern sub army, killed to cull the numbers of light horses with that ability, or any number of terrible things. Soon it was discovered he had a talent for maetal working and he was sent to work in the armory. About that time he was tomake an entire suit of armor for one of the colts in training, Arrow. The sniveling colt had supervides , spit on and kicked him the intire process, but Hero had done exactly as he asked right down to the crossed arrows, rubbies, and the spiraled horn, which personally Hero considered averkill. The night before the trainees were to try on their armor for battle training the colt asked Jack, a small monkey he'd befriended, to help him put on the armor and run away into the night. Now here they were finally free. Sure there'd be sniffs sent after them but hey, one step at a time right?
Reveling in his glory the young stud spoki in tones that while still young, beheld power, "We did it Jack!" A rumble of hoof beats froze the jblood in their veins. They prepared for the worst as they awaited theapproaching horse, "Name yourself stranger!" Hero commanded tensed for battle with the emerging figure.
