Post by SITE ADMIN on Dec 13, 2009 17:00:03 GMT -8
WE HEARD THE MINIATURE THUNDER OF WHERE HE FLED
AND WE SAW HIM OR THOUGHT WE SAW HIM, DIM AND GREY
THE LITTLE FELLOW WAS AFARID OF FALLING SNOW
HE SAW NEVER SAW IT BEFORE. IT ISN'T PLAY
ITS SIMPLY LIFE OR DEATH, WILL YOU STAY?
» There was a time long before today, where there where no humans to rule over us, we picked our own to rule over us, whreather it was a good choice or bad. I guess I should start by telling you my name, I am Gendenz, I am here to tell you the story of how we became known. But first, I need to tell you that not every horse from them are horrible, selfish, and heartless. Some are, but some can be the most caring, selfless, and kind out there...[/blockquote]
» Orca was due in about 3 days, she had a pretty hard pregnancy, she had been bigger then most mares in foal, of course at the time she hadn't known she was going to have twins. None of us did, I was a member, one of the more trusted one but still a member of the Darks, the toughest and meanest path out of the two. Anyways, Orca gave birth to two heathy foals, both colts. But even if two colts are the heathiest, it doesn't mean it would save them from a horrible strom aborrowing. Every horse in every path new it was coming, and we lost a great deal of horses in this storm. It broke glaicers apart, tore land from its roots, made water overcome land. In other words, the home we once new was gone. We of course couldn't live there. All herds where land bred, that was there heritage. So when the time came when we found decent land, and split it between herds. What we found is something no one from the travel will ever forget, we found grass, trees, lakes, everything we once new but in a totaly differant place.
» Orca hadn't named the foals, as she had thought they would have died, the tough little things didn't. When they found there home she named them, Jasper for his white coat, and Midnight for his night coat. Jasper had been the more caring foal out of the two, he was the one to looked out for everyone, call when danger was coming and the one who was the prospect for the next clan leader. Midnight on the other hand was the totaly oppisite, he didn't warn when danger came, just hid and watched with satisfaction as his herd was attacked, loved causing pain to anyone he could, he was the outcast of the clan.
» Both foals growing into stallions, Jasper becoming wiser, and Midnight becoming more evil. There clan split into two, one going to the 'evil' side while the other went to the 'good' side. Jasper being the leader of the Gallstones(lights), the wisest and kindest while Midnight being the leader of the Venires(darks), the meantest and toughest.
» The two stallions have lived there lifes, but the hostility has been passed down over the generations, both paths are as mean as can be, but over the time there has been horses who haven't know which way to go, they didn't feel the reason to be hostil to each other, they have become the path known as Sorens(neutrals).
CAN YOU SURVIVE?
A literate wild equine RP [150+ words][/center]