Weather: Warm weather has come to the lands of the wild herds. Green is spreading over all of the lands, even the Barren Lands. The nights are cool and the days tolorable.
Joined: Nov 2007 Gender: Male Posts: 2 Location: Look behind you. Karma: 0
Burning Ember « Result #1 on Dec 31, 2007, 3:42pm »
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Name: Burning Ember Nickname: Ember Age: 7 years Gender: Stallion Breed: Araibian Height: 16 hands Coloring: bay with black stockings
Mother: Falling Soul Father: Broken Heart Siblings: Lost Soul
Alliance: ? Personality: Very well strung, hyper and very stubborn. Can be very sweet and caring, adores foals, and needs a good friend. Mate: Looking for someone special! Foals: N/A
History: Ember has had a very harsh and cold history, one that he hates talking about for it causes him terrible misery. it includes dying family and lost souls. Lost friends and broken hearts, too.
(Under that bay skin:) Embers' parents both died, mother when he gave birth to him, and father when protecting him, who fell off a giant cliff.
Once had a mate, Dying Rainbow, but her father killed her and their young foal, Ember unable to stop the furocious beast of the stallion he was.
IC Sample: Ember looked at his mother with his icy eyes. Tears streaming down his bold face. "Mom, please. Please come back. I'm sorry, I am sorry I caused you pain, but please, come back..." he wept to his mother. Being born to the world moments before could not have been worse for the young colt, for his mother had endured so much pain she had died, giveing her last breath for her unborn son.
"I am sorry, Mom. I promise I will make your death something not to regret. I will be the best I can, for you mamma. I love you." said the greif-washed colt.
As the foal wobbily left his mothers' side he looked back at her stunning white coat and her icy blue eyes, and could somehow see the strength she gave him, the love, the trust and will to move on. He somehow saw the spirit she had, and which she had given to him. And as the foal turned to go on and live his words, he turned around and murmured the loving words he vowed to fulfil.
Warrior of Chance (Finished) « Result #3 on Nov 8, 2007, 9:16am »
Picture: Name: Warrior of Chance Nickname: Chance Age: 3 Gender: Stallion Breed: Andalusion Height: 16.5 HH Coloring: The rarest colour, Palomino. Dappled and with onyx hooves and dark, mysterious chestnut coloured eyes and a silvery-white mane and tail
Alliance: Light Personality: Chance is a soft spoken gentle stallion, much like his father was. But if necessary, he will fight to protect his herd, all of them laying his life on the line for them. Mate: N/A at the moment Foals: N/A at the moment
History: Fall, all the creatures have retreated for the safety of homes that shall protect them from the oncoming winter...a golden painted mare has retreated to the warmth of a stall in the birthing barn of her masters' stables for the greatest show horses ever.
Spring now, a stormy Spring night, and not time for the golden painted mare to foal, but she does. A golden painted foal, just like her and Goldenshadow, she fears he won't live. The foal struggles to his feet and begins nursing. A true warrior the golden painted mare thought. His name shall be Warrior of Chance...The next Spring day, the masters' tiny daughter came and looked over the half door a huge smile upon her face. She ran back to the house shouting.
Summer, and everything is in full colour. Be careful Chance! He hears as he leaps over a fallen tree in his pasture laughing. He bumps into a shadow...This is his father, he can tell, by his look and personality as he looks to his colt. I am Goldenshadow he hears as the stallions eyes catch and release him nudging him back toward his mother. He goes without a fuss looking back as he reaches her.
Summer still, he feels a great weight across his back and it constricts...like a snake. He didn't know what to make of this and tried to toss it...but to no avail. He calms and looks about him as his masters' daughter clamours to his back. What to do...
Fall again, Warrior of Chance is full grown and unable to show like he's supposed to...he is sold off to the highest payer...a kill plant, what had he done? why was he sold? Too many questions not enough answers, what about his parents and siblings? what about his friends? He has to escape, he's next in line. The plant closes for the night. Time to put his escape plan into action...
Same night, he kicks down his metal stall door waking the security guard...Crap...He goes on and releases the latches of the othes telling them to run free, as he was.
Warrior of Chance became free October 31 and galloped his way into this land...Home...
IC Sample: Warrior of Chance was unsure what to think as he looked about at the land stretched before him. A beautiful place it was, half tree covered, half open prarie with a beautiful shimmering lake. He looked about once again and galloped into the terra.
No scents of another stallion, this land was open. He halted in his gallop and let a whinny pierce the sky, I am Warrior of Chance and I claim this terra as Lord! Warrior of Chance then reared and whinnied again as his onyx hooves struck at the sky. Warrior had finally found a place that was truly his.
Midnight Sky (Bio) « Result #4 on Nov 7, 2007, 9:07am »
Picture:N/A Computer won't let me Name:Midnight Sky Nickname:Sky, Midnight Age:8 Gender:Mare Breed: Mustang Height:15.9 Coloring:Beautiful palomino mare with a white star and four white socks on her feet,with a flowing cream colored mane and tail, and if you look closely at her mane and tail you will see that there are some silver streaks Mother:Midnight star Father:Night sky Siblings:none
Alliance:Light Personality:Shy, not afraid too speak my mind, and I'm kind and outgoing. Mate:none Foals:none
History:When Sky was born into the herd, she was the ringleader until one day, when she and some of her friends where playing around, they all had heard a noise and started running back towards the herd, Sky of course was faster than all of the other foals. As she was running her long legs taking in longer strides than the other foals, as they all tried too keep up, as Sky looked behind her she saw that one of her friends had stumbled, but there was nothing Sky could do nothing becuase her friend was dead, when they had gotten back too the herd everybody had blamed her. When she was older she had left the herd.
IC Sample: As Sky was walking she heard hoof beats she halted. Looked around and saw horses coming, she looked at them and had started walking a different way,she had been caputred a year before but had broken free and had fled too a place where she hoped the humans wouldn't come, and find a herd too join. She started too gallop over the hills, when she saw four other young fillies running, she smiled to herself, and started running towards them, her long legs picking up speed as she closed the distance as she closed up on them she said had said too them, 'Try and catch me now.' then she had darted pass them, when she had looked back she saw that they had all stopped and where watching her as she ran. She kept running wanting too try and forget her past about what had happened too her old friend. As she was know walking she stopped and reared up front hooves striking the air and as she came down, on all fours the wind had started blowing, when she had cantered off of the hill. She was looking for a herd to join.
Wandering Around « Result #6 on Nov 5, 2007, 8:28pm »
As Sky was walking she had stopped and looked around wondering, if anybody lives here, Hello is anybody here? She said softly looked around and dipped her head to drink some water.
I feel really bad doing this, but I'm afraid I have to leave the site. I'm on a lot right now, and I won't have time for all of them when school starts. I'm really sorry, and I really like this site.
Fallen Shadow « Result #10 on Aug 11, 2007, 6:30pm »
Bwaha, it's me again. =] I swear I'm not stalking you, I just like new sites. I'd make my own if I knew how.
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Name: Fallen Shadow Nickname: Fallen, Shadow Age: Four Gender: Friesian Breed: Stallion Height: Coloring: Fallen, like all Friesians, is a pure coal black in color. His hide is smooth and shiny, giving him the appearance of a polished piece of onyx. He stands at the tall end for his breed, sixteen hands exactly, not an inch more. His eyes shine with a dark green, almost black color. Those eyes are cold and closed, often glinting with anger or malice. Long black hair makes his mane, forelock, and tail. His forelock is long enough to almost cover an eye if in the right position. His tail is usually tangled and knotted, a sign of long runs through his terra, and a lack of proper grooming. His frame is muscled and sturdy, a formidable opponent if there ever was one. Hooves of a midnight color covered in feather complete the stallion, make of him what you will.
Mother: Koara Father: Chasan Siblings: None
Alliance: Dark Personality: Fallen is certainly not the nicest of horses. Far from it really. And he doesn't care how mean he is, as long as he gets his way. He isn't exactly all over evil, but he's getting fairly close as the months go by. But the problem for other horses is, he isn't just dumb and cruel. He's smart and cruel. His intelligence runs deep and thick, a trait passed on to him from his dam. That is mostly Fallen's personality. No, he isn't simple, but most of his other facets can be summed up with those other two. Except for one. His very, very well hidden and almost never shown kind side. It's a very small side, more like a sliver, but it is there, buried deep under everything else. He has only shown that side once, and only to his dam. To others he shows his meanness, but if you work extremely hard, you might make him care about you, and he might show that other side.
Mate: None Foals: None
History: Fallen was isolated from other horses during his childhood. His mother, Koara, was force bred by his father, Chasan. He had no siblings, as Koara had never desired a mate. But though she didn't wish to love another male, she loved Fallen dearly. She almost smothered him at times with her affection and attention. Sometimes the young colt would find this annoying and become angry with her, but most of the time he returned the affection. He was brought up solely by his mother, as she had become mistrustful of all other horses after her force breeding. From the ages of just born to three, Fallen was happy with his life. And then it changed.
It wasn't that dramatic, yet it was for him. His mother caught a deadly disease from a watering hole where they drank, though miraculously Fallen didn't. He tried to care for her, but it was hopeless. Soon she died, and Fallen was brokenhearted. He went to the local herd, but unfortunately for him they were a cruel herd, and they mocked him. They called him soft, weak, a disgrace, and they shunned him after they were done tormenting him. Fallen was a wreck for weeks after. But slowly he pulled himself back together, but he seemed to be missing some pieces, and those pieces were his kindness and all that related to it. He lived by himself for months, and now here he is, filled with hate and cruelty.
IC Sample: The sound of a mare's neigh rang out over the rocky terrain. The sound was followed by first one set of thundering hooves, then two. The same mare squealed, and the sound of a stallion's voice reached Ranic's ears. So they're racing are they? Twin pools of melted emeralds sparked with some form of excitement and mischief. For all that this inky brute was the Dark King, he could still let himself go and enjoy the wind sweeping past him as he ran. He just wouldn't let anyone else know that. A smirk twisted his mouth, and when the galloping pair came into view, the male's own hooves started dancing on the ground. They made a pattern in the dust as he waited for them to draw level with him. Finally they came closer, and Ranic let them pass before he shot off.
His midnight painted daggers slapped the ground again and again, picking up speed as he went. The brute was sprinting flat out, and it felt wonderful. Muscles pulled and strained, reaching almost past their limits to stretch further. He tossed his head to rid his eye of its ever present covering, letting his gaze fly over the land in front of him. The mare and stallion were fast approaching, or rather he was. Minutes later he was on the other side of the mare, running almost close enough to touch. Ranic gloried in the race, forgetting for an instant that he wanted to win. "Catch me if you can..." He growled out, anger somehow present in his voice even then. But it was forgotten as the brute poured on more speed, truly reaching his limits now. If the other two could sprint faster than him, so be it. As long as they kept running, Ranic would overtake them. Endurance was his specialty.
Joined: Aug 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 1 Location: ..Don't go check your closet.. Karma: 0
Elegant Rose « Result #11 on Aug 11, 2007, 2:07pm »
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Name: Elegant Rose Nickname:Rose, Rosy Age:9 years Gender:mare Breed: Appaloosa Height: 14.3hh Coloring: Rosy is a beautiful horse. She has soft brown eyes and a long, black and flowing mane and tail. Her body, from her head to her hindquarters, is a dark brown. There is, however, a large patch of white on her lower back and bum. This spot has smaller black spots and flecks is it.
Mother:Sweet Bonita Father:Tucker Siblings:none
Alliance:Light Personality: Her personality suits her alliance. She is sweet and light hearted. Her compassionate and forgiving heart makes her a desirable friend. Her does well around foals and quite often takes care of them. As the saying goes, every rose has its thorns. When pushed to the limit, Rose can have a sharp tongue and a bad attitude, though you couldn't tell by looking at her. Despite her kind nature she is never afraid or shy to speak her mind when upset. Even though fighting isn't her style she isn't afraid to stand up for herself or what she believes in. Mate:none Foals:none
History: Rosey's life was quite the desirable one. Her father was the leader of the heard. For years he stood proud and lead her heard well, until the day. One of the younger stallions rose up against Tucker and fought him for the lead position. It was truly a fight to the death. After the new stallion came to power, he banished Bonita and the young Rose out of the heard lands. Those she was exiled from her heard and her father was stripped of his position and dead, Rosy couldn't help it. A glimmer of happiness and hope still was shining brightly in her heart.
Rosey and her mother traveled to a quited prairie and lived there peacefully and happily though this happiness didn't last forever. Bonita died of old age when Rose was five. So now the lonely mare set off to find her way in life, leaving her mother, father, and wonderful live behind.
IC Sample:(( It's a memory from her past. I hope this is alright.))
Ebony hooves beat the ground steadily like drums. Her legs carrying her swiftly across the land. Another bay filly wasn't far behind.
"Come on Storm!" Rose called out. "Try and catch me"
Storm tried desperately to catch up. Her hooves beating endlessly at the ground.
"Awww come on Rosey! You're just to fast!" The bay filly cried.
Rose came to a sudden halt letting Storm catch up to her. A smile played her features.
"Alright. Since your too slow we can go back home and find something else to do." The young filly said teasingly. The ebony horse walked off with her young friend behind her. The two young fillies pranced happily into the heard lands. The fillies walked up to Bonita and Tucker, the lead Stallion and mare. They were also Rose's parents.
"Hello my sweet." Her mother said touching her muzzle to roses neck. "Why don't you continue playing with Storm for a while longer." Her mother said sweetly. Rose went to walk away but behind her was a large black horse. Tucker walked over to speak with the stallion.
"What is it Rider?" Her father asked. Rider looked at his with brown eyes full of evil and hate.
"I'm here to take you title Tucker. I'll fight you to the death for it."
Rosey's eyes opened in shock. No none had ever challenged her father before.
Regal Sundance « Result #12 on Aug 11, 2007, 12:59pm »
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Name: Regal Sundance Nickname: Regal Age: 4 years Gender: stag Breed: Mustang Height: 15.3hh Coloring: Regal is a fairly handsome stag. His coat is golden brown, colored similar to the tall grasses growing on the plains. His mane and tail are both midnight black and he has dark, patient brown eyes. Regal has four black stockings going up to his knees and no facial markings. This stag is well muscled though a bit small compared to some stallions.
Alliance: King of the Lights Personality: Regal lives up to his name well. He walks with his head held high and bows to no one. Though proud looking, Regal is not blinded by pride. He will listen to the concerns of others and is endlessly patient, or so it seems. Regal's wrath is a thing to be feared. When his rage is drawn out, he never forgets and rarely forgives. He runs his herd well, making it his responsability to care for everyone and know everyone's name. Mate: none Foals: none
History: Regal Sundance was burn to two herd leaders from far away. He took his father's last name, Sundance and his mother deemed him Regal. Most of his life growing up was fairly normal. Regal was the ringleader of a group of about five reckless colts. At one time Regal was bold and fearless, until one of his plots went wrong and a colt, one of his best friends, wound up dead. The herd stopped trusting him and kept him away from his friends, fearful of what his ideas would do. They blamed him for the death of Regal's friend.
Since then Regal mellowed out and still seems to grieve. At two years old he found he could no longer stand living in his herd. He discovered a group of wranglers coming toward the herd but no one believed him, thinking he had gone back to his trickster ways. Regal fled when he was unable to convince his herd. Wether his herd was captured or not, Regal does not know. He wondered alone for about a year before settling on the lands known as the Moonlit Lake and claiming it as his own.
IC Sample: Sharp blades struck the ground in a steady rhythem as Regal Sundance galloped across the open land. Inky mane and tail streamed behind the galloping stallion. The morning sun danced happily across his rippling golden pelt as his muscles worked under his smooth pelt.
The galloping stallion, Regal Sundance, moved swiftly over the rolling slopes that made up his newfound home. Regal stopped on a steep hill and rared up. Front blades struck out at the air and a shriek rose from his throat, echoing in the quiet of the day. Regel went back to all fours and took off with a jump, jumping half way down the slope and breaking out into a flat-out run again.
Everything was well. Regal smirked to himself and sped up, continuing his rounds around his territory.
Mating/Breeding « Result #14 on Aug 11, 2007, 12:24pm »
1) One mate per year 2) Mares mated by a king or lord become a queen or lady 3) The first born foal to a king/lord inherates the herd unless their shire is defeated in battle and looses his land 4) Herd Heirs can challenge their fathers when they are three years of age 5) No graphic breeding 6) Breed in season, not out of season 7) Two stallions can fight for one mare 8) Being a queen or lady does not mean you remain a queen or lady. If the king/lord chooses a new mate, the former mate is now a normal herd member.
Claiming Land « Result #16 on Aug 11, 2007, 11:24am »
1) Only stallions can claim terra 2) Stallions do not have to have a mare, they can find a mate later 3) A king/lord can be challanged for his land at any time by anyone, whether they win or loose is up to you 4) If a king/lord looses, they are banished from the terra and must find a new home, mares and foals remain in the herd 5) Please post a thread marked claim, ex: {claim}, CLAIM, Claim, claim, C L A I M 6) Kings/Lords must try to be fair 7) Lords answer to kings, kings answer to no one and pass down final judgement
.::Basic Laws::. « Result #17 on Aug 11, 2007, 11:21am »
1) No powerplaying/god-modling 2) No racist, sexist, sexual or offensive remarks 3) Keep the arguing out of the c-box and the rping. Argue through PM or come to an admin/staff 3) Don't argue with the admin, be polite and you'll be listened to 4) Don't kill someone's character unless they approve of having a character killed off.
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