Azraff

Azraff galloped happily through his new home. His brown eyes turned and rolled as he swiftly went trhough mushy ground and a river. His pelt now shined with glory as he slowed down with a toss and neigh of his head. He stopped on the outer edge of the water, and searched about. He started walking again to a nice patch of green grass with a slight tint of yellow, and he started eagerly grazing. He had gotten his first two herd members. He would gladly accept new members too. He lashed his tail out in the wind and stood apon a hill, eyeing a small village of emty and worn-down huts and cabins. How icky. He snorted and stamped his hoof hard on the ground. Unwanting. He then pushed it away from his wandering mind and grazed again.