Post by bridget on May 13, 2012 20:08:22 GMT -5
Large hooven rolled across the land as the beast carried himself along. The wind whipped at his deep brown-red peltage, attempting to tickle his flesh. He continued forth, head bobbing slightly as he did so. Small buds covered in a soft chocolate velvet adorned his head; a new pair of antlers for the new year. He lifted his massive head upward now, scenting the air. It seemed as if no other stag nor hind was around. With this, Croix began to quicken his pace, legs now pumping as he neared the center of the stony land.
It was quite the lovely land. Stones of various shades of gray adorned the earth, hiding within the tall grasses that carpeted the soils. Clover was abundant; his (and surely several other deers') favorite food of choice. With a small smirk, the red deer released a loud grunt into the quiet air. The songs of birds could be heard as they perched themselves in distant trees. Croix favored this land, for predators could be seen from afar. Stomping his right hoof onto the ground, he released a loud bellow in claiming the land. If any other stag were to show his face, he would most certainly challenge the beast.
After his bellow, the man stood now in silence. The wind continued to whir, stirring up fluffed dandelion seeds into the air. Eyes shifted around with caution, expecting to see the figure of another deer to appear, but there was nothing. Ears flickered as a fly buzzed about, attempting to land on the stag. He wanted to own this land, for he had never claimed land of his own before.