Post by Sacoorah on Nov 25, 2014 2:50:09 GMT
ORIGINAL
It was cool, quiet this early in the day, but that was okay with the seventeen point one hand buckskin Tobiano hunter, he enjoyed his quiet time to himself. But that didn't mean Mornhavon wanted to be alone and without a home. He was a King of old after all and he missed his Kingdom. As he paced carefully forth, his pale amber orbs scanned the surroundings, keeping an eye out for any dangers.
It seemed that these lands were in for a heck of a winter. The thought sent a shudder of chill racing over his frame. He was never a huge fan of the Winter. He much preferred the Spring and Autumn months. Tossing his handsome facade Mornhavon looked upward toward the trees, they were cloaked in beautiful auburns and flaming reds and warm oranges and pale sunny yellows. Scattered here and there were splashes of greens, some were evergreen needles, a few were the last hangers on of the long passed Summer.
Mornhavon chuckled as he lowered his handsome skull again and moved on, not quite certain where he was headed but the quite wooded trail before him was leading him to something. He wasn't gonna question it either, let come whatever would. He wanted to increase his pace, but the beauty around him made him want to remain going slow. He was okay with that. A soft smile claimed his ashen mug and he gazed about once more, his surroundings were changing and it have him pause.
That pause was enough for Mornhavon to have a fresh look at the surroundings. As he observed he realized that he was in a valley or a canyon of sorts, on either side of him were mountain ranges, tall ranges, the tops were wreathed in clouds and the pinnacles were not even visible. He stared in wonderment, his ashen mug threatening to fall open with that awe. His harks switched as he peered upward and then he brought his skull down fast.
But momma I'm so tired. We haven't even stopped to rest and we've been running for days on end... Mornhavon's curiosity piqued and his towers switched again as the mother answered her child's plee. I'm sorry love but I do not trust these lands enough to sleep in the open. There's shelter up ahead. Can you make it that far? Mornhavon heard the child's exasperated snort of agreement and he moved toward the voices.
As he rounded a curve in the path, Mornhavon found himself face-to-face with a painted mare and a fiery chestnut colt beside her. "Oh excuse me mi'lady. I did not mean to intrude on you and your foal. I'm headed the same way for shelter. Do you mind if I walk with you? The mare smiled. Not at all sir. I'm Moonacre, this is my son Fastion. Mornhavon stopped dead and looked into the mare's pale sapphire blue eyes. "Is it...can it be true?" The mare looked at him for a moment.
Then bright recognition dawned in her eyes, followed closely by a brimming of tears. Daddy? Mornhavon smiled and then nibbled lightly on the mare's forelock. "I thought I would never see you again my darling princess." Mornhavon murmured as he and his daughter embraced. Then, when they stepped apart, the fiery colt looked up at the bigger stallion. Grandpa? Mornhavon smiled at the colt, "Yes kiddo. I'm your grandpa Mornhavon." A huge smile claimed the colt's muzzle as he nuzzled his grandpa.
Then after a few more brief moments of reacquaintance, the trio headed deeper into the valley. Soon they were met with a gorgeous stone archway and a wonderful piece of heaven on Earth. Mornhavon smiled and then with a shrill neigh he called out, "Before all manner of being on Earth and in Heaven above, I, Mornhavon do so claim this place as King and shall call this place Greenbriar Vale. The Vale does so call me home!" Then he fell silent and waited to see if any would challenge his claim.
