Post by Darktouch on Aug 2, 2005 12:55:24 GMT -5
A beautiful red stallion trotted to the sycamore. He looked up at the large leaves twenty feet from the ground. The stallion reared, turning in a circle and letting out the high pitched scream that could only mean one thing: This is mine.
He snorted and landed with a thump, tossing his crimson mane. Dionysus trotted around the field, stopping only to watch the geiser as it spurted out water.
He snorted and landed with a thump, tossing his crimson mane. Dionysus trotted around the field, stopping only to watch the geiser as it spurted out water.
