Post by chey on Jun 4, 2010 19:04:41 GMT -5
The large black unicorn's hoofs beat to a rythem on thunder and storms as his hoofs touched the earth. Polar looked be on the land and smelled all around the cold polar floors. Yes it was cold,but it also had grass that kept everythign nice and good with him. It was cold cause of the moutain airs, but also nice and warm from the valley's below. Polar loved the cold and warm breeze's as the wind touched his mane and blew it. With a loud scream and a big rear Polar came down with a thunder. He tossed his head and screamed agian." I claim these lands mine!" he screamed through his muzzle. Polar Artic pranced in the grass happy about himself for claiming land of his own.