Post by Shadowfax on Jul 30, 2006 11:44:33 GMT -5
The dusk was cool and the sky was pinkish blue. Clouds blew about, creating nothing but blods to teh normal eye. But, to the white beast walking about, they made shapes of horses, trees, lands to his blue eye. A bust of flakes came from his maw as he walked, his snowy coat flexing over tight muscles. White banners and flags danced in the breeze. At first glance, most saw just a white stag that was walking. But to those who knew, he was more than that. He never spoke of it as if it were a gift or a curse. He just a white stag that didn't think of himself over others. That was why he walked among the normal beasts. White pillars pulled up the mountian and he gazed down at this lands. He didn't long to own land. All he did was wander and learn and teach. His own home was a mountian, almost like this one but it was more at home there than here...
