the season is summer.
the sun continues to blaze over head, and with each day, the tempreture begins to increase. there is little breeze, and the air is contiously hot and sticky, and night offers very little escape from the heat. the river is slowly drying up, and vegtarian is beginning to wither.
welcome to earth bound.
24/12 - okay, kids. this site is pretty much done. just adding final touches and then advertising. yah-ha..
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Name: Oxycotton Age: 7 Breed: Latvian Color: Chocolate Height:15.3 Personality: A hellion at one point and the sweetest little filly the next, some would call her bipolar, but nothing in he rmind says that, instead she has a split personality. Now when you first meet her, she will either give you the name "Oxy" or "Cotton", Oxy for the pregnant dog and Cotton for the buttercup daisy. She usually stays within her nicer side, but sometimes that roaring monster underneath can spring form the closet. Alliance: Indifferent
It's no longer the typical light vs dark, with those neutrals getting in the way; no, this is something bigger, something more sinister.
Believe it or not, alliances don't matter no more, no, now they are merely titles, without real significant. Because these days, it's King against King, it's friend against friend. These days, its only a matter of creating the biggest, the fittest army, regardless of alliance. Now, the Dark claims the light, neutrals, dark; anyone who he can get his hands on.
It wasn't always like this, though.
It used to be peaceful, it used to be full of life. The dark kept to themselves, as did the light and neutral, and crimes were little, and purely done by the dark. But now darling, the light are happy to rape, murder; they've fallen as far as the dark over a little accident.
Let's go back, shall we?
Not that's much to say, the little light lord made his way to the dark's lair once, in attempt to get revenge for his lover's death. But behind him followed several ten's of equines, a mixture of neautral, dark and light. It was hardly called a battle; by the end of the day all the darks lay dead upon their home in their own pool of blood. At least, that's what they thought. Oh don't deny it, you thought it to.
But he survived, to avenge the blood that had been shed.
The young heir had sought shelter in a nearby cave, and somehow, he was over looked, and never noticed. And when he matured, he made sure that not only the Light, but the Neutral knew he was alive, and thirsty for revenge.
And so, war has begun, a fruitless attempt to say that killing was wrong, by killing hundreds.
The land is tense, and nobody trusts anyone these days. The Lords are obsessed with building their armies, and crimes are often.
They're sick, twisted minds now. They have no guilty conscience, no sense of right and wrong. And how, darling, do you find peace from that?
`wild horse rpg. `active admin. `two hundred words plus, please.
It's no longer the typical light vs dark, with those neutrals getting in the way; no, this is something bigger, something more sinister.
Believe it or not, alliances don't matter no more, no, now they are merely titles, without real significant. Because these days, it's King against King, it's friend against friend. These days, its only a matter of creating the biggest, the fittest army, regardless of alliance. Now, the Dark claims the light, neutrals, dark; anyone who he can get his hands on.
It wasn't always like this, though.
It used to be peaceful, it used to be full of life. The dark kept to themselves, as did the light and neutral, and crimes were little, and purely done by the dark. But now darling, the light are happy to rape, murder; they've fallen as far as the dark over a little accident.
Let's go back, shall we?
Not that's much to say, the little light lord made his way to the dark's lair once, in attempt to get revenge for his lover's death. But behind him followed several ten's of equines, a mixture of neautral, dark and light. It was hardly called a battle; by the end of the day all the darks lay dead upon their home in their own pool of blood. At least, that's what they thought. Oh don't deny it, you thought it to.
But he survived, to avenge the blood that had been shed.
The young heir had sought shelter in a nearby cave, and somehow, he was over looked, and never noticed. And when he matured, he made sure that not only the Light, but the Neutral knew he was alive, and thirsty for revenge.
And so, war has begun, a fruitless attempt to say that killing was wrong, by killing hundreds.
The land is tense, and nobody trusts anyone these days. The Lords are obsessed with building their armies, and crimes are often.
They're sick, twisted minds now. They have no guilty conscience, no sense of right and wrong. And how, darling, do you find peace from that?
`wild horse rpg. `active admin. `two hundred words plus, please.
It's no longer the typical light vs dark, with those neutrals getting in the way; no, this is something bigger, something more sinister.
Believe it or not, alliances don't matter no more, no, now they are merely titles, without real significant. Because these days, it's King against King, it's friend against friend. These days, its only a matter of creating the biggest, the fittest army, regardless of alliance. Now, the Dark claims the light, neutrals, dark; anyone who he can get his hands on.
It wasn't always like this, though.
It used to be peaceful, it used to be full of life. The dark kept to themselves, as did the light and neutral, and crimes were little, and purely done by the dark. But now darling, the light are happy to rape, murder; they've fallen as far as the dark over a little accident.
Let's go back, shall we?
Not that's much to say, the little light lord made his way to the dark's lair once, in attempt to get revenge for his lover's death. But behind him followed several ten's of equines, a mixture of neautral, dark and light. It was hardly called a battle; by the end of the day all the darks lay dead upon their home in their own pool of blood. At least, that's what they thought. Oh don't deny it, you thought it to.
But he survived, to avenge the blood that had been shed.
The young heir had sought shelter in a nearby cave, and somehow, he was over looked, and never noticed. And when he matured, he made sure that not only the Light, but the Neutral knew he was alive, and thirsty for revenge.
And so, war has begun, a fruitless attempt to say that killing was wrong, by killing hundreds.
The land is tense, and nobody trusts anyone these days. The Lords are obsessed with building their armies, and crimes are often.
They're sick, twisted minds now. They have no guilty conscience, no sense of right and wrong. And how, darling, do you find peace from that?
`theGENERAL - respect the admin, staff, members, guest. and whoever else I've left out.. - try to at least get over two hundred words most of the time. off days are fine, we just odn't want one line posts coming back. - no godmoding. or powerplaying. - no ooc fighting, please. its just plan immature. - keep us up to date with whats happening. if you leave for a month, please tell us. - there's no magical powers or anything. sorry kids. - please just double check your post and use spell check, and use correct grammer. it just makes reading something easier.
` theSTALLIONS. - mature at four years old. - claim land. - claim mares of any alliance. - force breed any mare that goes to the beach alone. - force breed any mare that is on their land, or that belongs to them. - can fight any stallion. just don't bash up the mares to much. - can't claim a mare without a home.
` theMARES - mature at two. - can't claim a mare. - can fight any mare. - may abandon their foal.
` theCLAIMING - claiming can be done at lia's clearing or the beach. - can be done by force claiming [nipping] or asking. - can claim as many mares as you like and as often.
`theLANDS. - to claim a land, simply make a post that has a name and description for the place. no need to role play it out. - please make a rank. it just makes things easier. - if all lands are claimed, stallion may either join a herd or challenge the lead. - any stallion can claim a kingdom, just like any stallion can challenge him.
`theBREEDING. - don't go graphic. keep it pg, kids. - force breeding can only be done at the beach; all rest in in the lands. - force breeding can be done any season. doesn't mean it will result in a foal, though. -force breeding doesn't result in claiming. but a stallion may force bred, then claim.
`theBIRTHING - birthing to be done at ridina's clearing. - birthing only occurs in spring, summer, and autumn. - staff choses the stats. - a mare can give birth after two days of real life.
`theFIGHTING - at sorrow's edge only, please. - no godmoding or powerplaying, kids. - you get three attack posts each. you may only dodge once. - staff will decide the winner, as well as injuried. - fighting is judged by the detail put into the post, how good each attack is, and the horse's breed and fecets come in count minorly, if not at all.
`theROYALS - they pretty much sit there until plot is developed.