BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

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The land shone a dull grey as consistent clouds moved in, all being blown by the strong gusts of wind that were beating upon the earth. The trees moved as one, their bodies swinging back and forth as their roots struggled to hold them in. The water was at it's best, its waves beating back and forth upon the sand and rocks, tossing it's prey around like it was nothing. The stormy weather created a sense of doom, and neglection. Only, what others could feel was the electric charge that the earth now held. You could feel it buzzing with excitement, ready to make it's comeback on the winds that tormented it. The animals felt it. They didn't know what it was, or what it was about to do, but they felt it. That is why, when the rains broke down, they ran for shelter. The earth holds terrible secrets of it's own. The animals were wise to flee. Very wise indeed.
The ebony black stallion stood there, still, in a land where all was moving. He listened and watched over this glorious land. His haunted eyes pivoted through the scenery, taking in one beautiful sight at a time. Though to others the land might seem wild, and untamed, to him it was a place of freedom, where even the earth wasn't held back by its own chains. His eyes held the secrets to his past, and had a depth in them that made most wonder. They were closed off to most viewers as only a handful ever caught the ghosts commingling within the darkened depths. They were also dangerous. Dangerous as many could drown within their endless depths never able to extract themselves from the watery ways. As Battlecry's vision continued their scanning there was a flash of silver to his far right. The regal crown shoke the rain-sodden forelock from brooding eyes to allow better access. His long crested neck craned to catch drenched wings and a slender form of the pegasus. The stallion's stance would not be uprooted, instead he quietly watched the mare take shelter.