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Imperialistically, two dark brown eyes peered out from beneath a thick white forelock, surveying the tract of land he stood so confidently on. It was clean and pure, devoid of any other stallions scent and seemingly perfect for the wild young colt. True, it was not strategically placed - the land at least, the area was close to everything he'd ever need, but the territory itself was situated between three other large territories, and as though it were specfically meant to be fought over. Or through. Much of the land was near the water, and in the morning the moisture brings thick fogs. They fade out through the morning to be replaced by varying temperatures. In the summer the days were hot, the winters were chilly but not freezing, but it was the nights that pleased Toxic the most. Every night was mild when the wind switched to bring in the breeze from the sun-warmed lake.
It was this temperate time that he was enjoying, the constellations bright above him, and the biggest flat part of the land (the majority of it was hilly with small valleys) spread out before him. Fall's colors bedecked the trees that were scattered about, their leaves coloring the ground a majestic tapestry of vibrant colors. He watched calmly, knowing that his new home would be something that would be desired, perhaps even something he would have to fight for, but that was fine. Toxic, like his grandfather had, would fight. Not only because he desired to keep his posessions, but also because the arrogant attitude was part of his nature. It alwasy would be.
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