Post by Hidden on Apr 14, 2007 19:53:25 GMT -5
Many years ago, the horses of this land lived
peacefully, side by side. They helped each otehr regularly, and there
was hardly ever more than the usual kicking out of colts, and small
fights over who got what land. But, three years ago, there came a
herd of dark horses, horses as evil as the devil himself.
The equines who lived here joined together to stand up to them,
resulting in the Great War. They stood no chance, and one by one,
most were captured, killed, or chased away. A few stayed in hiding,
and the crusaders left four full terras untainted, while only half of
another existed as it used to be.
With the lands divided, and the survivors too scared to wander, the
numbers of the previous inhabitants dwindled, until a young colt
saw one, and felt everything slid into place. In love, he left the side
of his ancestors, though he didn't transfer over easily. He became
the leader of what came to be known as the wanderers, or the
neutrals.
Still few in number, the lights are getting bolder, and the wanderers
stay strong in their decision of staying out of the way of both sides'
clashes. The darks still reign strong, taking prisoner after prisoner
and hiding them away in a hidden cavern surrounded by a maze of
canyons and tunnels.
peacefully, side by side. They helped each otehr regularly, and there
was hardly ever more than the usual kicking out of colts, and small
fights over who got what land. But, three years ago, there came a
herd of dark horses, horses as evil as the devil himself.
The equines who lived here joined together to stand up to them,
resulting in the Great War. They stood no chance, and one by one,
most were captured, killed, or chased away. A few stayed in hiding,
and the crusaders left four full terras untainted, while only half of
another existed as it used to be.
With the lands divided, and the survivors too scared to wander, the
numbers of the previous inhabitants dwindled, until a young colt
saw one, and felt everything slid into place. In love, he left the side
of his ancestors, though he didn't transfer over easily. He became
the leader of what came to be known as the wanderers, or the
neutrals.
Still few in number, the lights are getting bolder, and the wanderers
stay strong in their decision of staying out of the way of both sides'
clashes. The darks still reign strong, taking prisoner after prisoner
and hiding them away in a hidden cavern surrounded by a maze of
canyons and tunnels.
Captive
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