Son-of-Fire (claiming)

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[glow=red,2,300]Falkon[/glow]

[/b][/size]I had been traveling for many moons now, and the lands I had traversed seemed empty. Just as empty as the fire-streaked home I had left behind... This was a strange, dark land...it was cursed. I smiled bitterly at this knowlege. A cursed land, huh? Well...a cursed land would need a ruler. I was no cursed horse, but I could fit the description. I could rule somehow. The sun beat down with the intensity of a dargon's fire as I walked. I had made it to the desert...the sand stretched on endlessly in every direction. I was surprised to see a small oasis among the dunes. With a snort, I trotted towards the shade of the trees. The sun was blocked by the canopy that rose up above me. It was nice to escape the heat for a while.

There was a small pool of water in the center of the oasis, and the grass grew thick and green around it. I went over and sank to my knees, rolling over onto my back and enjoying the feel of the earth. I then stood and lifted my eyes up to the sky. There was not a trace of rain...it was like a furnace here. I liked it. I was, after all, the son of an Arabian. Our kind enjoyed the heat and had lived among the shifting, desert sands for generations. So my mother told me before she died. I continued exploring the land, traveling out into the desert and returning back to the lush oasis with the shining pool of crystal, blue water.

I could call this place home. What I would call it, however, I didn't know. Fire lands? No. Fire kingdom? No! Hmmm...then, it came to me. I would call this desert...the 'Falcon Grove'. It was perfect. It matched my name as well...Falkon. And the oaisis made me think of adding 'grove' to the name. The name of fire. I was of fire. And I never ever wanted that to change. This would be my land, and I would rule it to the best of my ability and knowlege. I would keep the order and the peace here once others came, and I would welcome all who entered unless I had a reason not to. I liked this place...and I would call it home.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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The sun was hot today, as spring began to fade into summer. A ball of fire set high upon the sky, and yet it's warm rays reached down and beat upon my golden hide. My neck was damp with sweat, but I was used to it. After all, this had been my home for many months now. The soft rusty sand formed under my hooves, leaving a deep trail behind me everywhere I went. And although these mountains of sand seemed endless, I knew better. In the middle of such a meaningless place lay a secret oasis, my secret oasis and that was just where I was headed. I could see it now, the palm trees with their wide leaves creating cool shade, the small pond that someone how always cold, the suns rays never taking effect. And then there was the grass, the long jade blades that tasted oh so nice.

But as I grew closer another scent, an odd scent, was upon the wind and new hoof markes lay upon the ground. Heading towards the oasis, my oasis. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if the war had spread here too, to my refuge, but seeing as it was only a single being I decided that it hadn't. And so I picked up a long stride, following the trail that the beast had left. As my golden frame shimmered upon a large dun I stopped, orbs scanning the little bit of paradise that lay down below. At first I saw nothing, and it seemed as if the creature of the tracks had just up and dissapeared. And then a motion was caught out of the corner of my eye, and quickly I began to evaluate it. A ruby beast lay upon the ground, rolling frantically, legs thrashing about in the air.

I began to walk towards him slowly, posture perfect and head held high and noble. And as I grew closer, I could see the finger details of his frame. He was clearly an arabian, made for the desert, but that did not mean that I was willing to share. His tassels were charcoal, just like mine, but his coat was a glistening crimson shade. And then there were his eyes, a deeper blue than my own but equally as gorgeous. And his body was slim, mine more muscular, but he was slightly taller. I walked over to him, making a single circle around his frame before stopping near his head. Well, what do we have here?

[/i] My voice came out in a questioning manner, my pools gazing into his as I awaited for him to make the next move, to explain himself and the reason he was here.[/color][/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[glow=red,2,300]Falkon[/glow]

[/b][/size]The wind had shifted, and so I had yet to realized that a mare had approached until she was upon me. I swished my tail and turned to her, a little curious and somewhat annoyed at the tone she spoke in. Though I couldn't say anything about it. I often did it myself, so I had no right to judge.
I gave a wry grin, letting my habit of joking slip by. "What we have here is a hidden oasis that I suppose both of us would agree is both beautiful and perfect." I replied, tossing my head in the direction of the trees.

I had no doubt that this mare was using the place as a getaway. It seemed that war was on the horizan, yet not a soul could be found out here. This oasis was hidden. A secret tropical paradise among the scorching desert that could kill a horse if he wasn't careful. No doubt only Arabians and maybe Appaloosas' could even find their way to an oasis such as this. It was bred into us for our surival.

The mare in front of me though...was she an Arabian? No. She couldn't be. Her head was not dished as his was and her body structure not as slim, but muscular. She must be a mustang. But she was still quite different from that breed as well.

No matter. If she could survive out here, then he had nothing to worry about for her. He was often worried. A lot of things worried him, and it was hard to think about them. Though he tried. He looked at the mare once more and gave a friendly smile. "My name is Falkon. Sorry to intude if you were here first, but I like it here. A lot." he told her, swishing his tail without thought. It was true. He'd been through other areas and had felt that none - not a single one of them - had suited him. Here, he felt comfortable.
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