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The Beginning

In the days when the earth was young, the gods picked a patch that they decided would be for horses and horses alone. This patch was to be safe from the humans, who had already made it clear they had no disregard for others' lives. "It is such a shame," the gods said. They could forsee a day when the two-legs' recklessness and stupidity ruined the entire earth. Such creatures were filled with evil and felt no shame, only the desire to contain what is bigger than them and to shun what they do not understand. So Epona, goddess of horses, took a handful of earth and sea foam, and gently blew the Southernly wind upon the masses and created horses, of all shapes, sizes, and colors. She made their hearts good and pure, and gently lowered her great hands to the surface of the earth, where the horses leapt free and galloped to every corner of the earth, adapting with ease and changing to fit their habitat. But it soon became clear that her plan for a safe haven would have to happen sooner than planned. Humans had captured her beautiful creations and were treating them shamelessly, beating and torturing them with sharp and cruel mouthpieces. They jumped on their backs and hit them so that they ran until they collapsed; and then the humans left them to die. Epona cried tears that fell from the sky and showered the earth. She soon recovered from her grief and came to the place she had selected long ago for the safe haven. She created the perfect domain for horses; a secluded land where they would be forever safe from the humans' wrath. Epona carved lush green valleys and sprinkled sand onto magnificent deserts. She gave life to the wilted, dying forest until it was green and strong once more. She chiseled high, snowy peaks into rocks. Every kind of land you could imagine, so every kind of equine could be comfortable. Then, to fill the empty lands, she scooped up mares, stallions, and foals from all around the world and set them in their native environment. Epona called the land Ascetia, and was pleased. Stallions staked their claim and created families, and for quite some time every horse was happy. Then, humans came upon Epona's herd.

The Rebuilding

They went crazy, snatching up all of Epona's beautiful horses. She cried once more, when she realized the land was empty except for a couple of mares that had managed to hide from the chaos in the most secret of valleys. After countless centuries of peace, her land lay empty and in ruin. One of the herd stallions, however, managed to escape the humans. Santiago was his name. The loss of his band left a hole in his heart, and he ran to escape the pain. Epona took pity on the lone stag and returned him back to Ascetia, the land she was struggling to rebuild. She created a new territory, the safest of all, and put both Santiago and the traumatized mares in it. The bay stallion quickly adopted all five and nurtured their spirits and his own. They grew strong while Epona made the mountains stronger and harsher; she made the valley deeper and bigger; she made the desert hotter and bleaker; and she made the great forest sinister and unforgiving. All to keep the humans away. While she made the land more challenging, Santiago's small herd grew. The mares gave birth to a new batch of spring fillies and colts. Finally, when Epona was sure the land was safe from any humans, she found horses under terrible abuse and control from the humans and lovingly took them to Ascetia; and they became wild once more. Some humans had done at least some good; many of the horses had good blood and features. Even though the new conditions made it harder to survive, the strongest did and the population of Ascetia was good once more. Santiago passed, as did the original Ascetia mares, but his many offspring lived on and became great figures in Ascetia. One, Domingo, became a spiritual leader with a strong dream connection to Epona. He foretold prophecies to the rest of Ascetia and they believed; and eventually they came true. One night, the pinto stag received a clear message from Epona: All will perish and a new generation will arrive.

The Prophecy

Domingo, of course, was too terrified to tell anyone about his dream. Because that meant he, too, would perish, and Ascetia would be lost. So he lived his life, secretly shaken to his core, and stopped receiving messages from Epona. With no more to tell them, and no longer of any use to Ascetia, the Ascetians banned him from their high herd. Domingo wandered alone, coming to a large, wooded hill and spending the rest of his days there. All because he was a coward. And soon the day came; waters poured from the heavens and all the watercourses flooded and swept horses away until they drowned, great storms of all kinds struck every part of Ascetia. The great trees crashed to the ground and after the flooding, the mountain snows melted and fires roared through Ascetia. A drought hit but after the disaster, six equines remained. It appeared to be the end of the world. Domingo's silent prophecy had brought his world down. But soon Epona's beloved Ascetia began to repair itself; bit by bit; until the ravaged territories were restored. The six wandered for some time; pairing up as mates and eventually producing three foals after they went their separate ways. These three would someday be great in Ascetia, but who are they? As Epona brings yet more horses of all types into Ascetia by fate, the three chosen ones live among their own, oblivious to their destiny, until the sacred day comes....




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Low:: 29
Feels Like:: 70
Chance of Precip.:: 30%
Sunrise:: 7:09 AM
Sunset:: 7:54 PM
Other:: Rain! That hasn't hit Ascetia in awhile. Alas, it has been pouring all day and isn't very pleasant at all. It should continue on into the night, but stop by early morning.
Breeding:: Yes.
Foaling:: No.
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8. 11. 08
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8.15.08
Okay everyone. I'm going to be gone until Sunday. I'm leaving tonight and I won't have access to a computer this weekend. I think you all can manage without me for a couple days.

8.17.08
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8.18.08
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8.19.08
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8.20.08
Yes, the moment has finally arrived. The moment you have ALL been anticipating:: Staff Auditions!! I will be posting a form under the Chat board for all to fill out. Positions available:: One Co-Admin, one Global Moderator (possibly two), and at least two moderators (that may be changed). Good luck to all! And please don't be a sore loser; if you don't get to be staff, don't quit.

8.22.08
So we have a new board, The Desolate Road. This board is for those of you who like to wander... Also, we really need a new banner. I'd really appreciate it!

8.23.08
I made a new banner for the site though it may be changed again, soon. Also, I resized the side tables so no more complaining about scrolling from side to side!

8.24.08
So I'm really sorry to all about the maitenance mode mishap! I thought I had turned it off but I guess it didn't work and I was very busy that day so I didn't have time to go check on the site! Also, if you still have to scroll left and right, let me know, I can fix it.

8.25.08
Staff Auditions end tomorrow at 8 PM so get your auditions in! There are plenty of spots to give out! Remember, anyone can try out, no matter how many posts you have made or how new to proboards you are. We need more auditioners! Also, again, I am sorry for the maintenance mode mishap! One last thing:: The site is going into maitenance mode again. I'm sorry to stop all of you from posting but there are some changes that I am making. Don't freak out, I just have a lot to change about the site and I promise it will come back out of maitenance mode this time :P. The site is going to be VERY different when you come back! Thank you for understanding.

8.26.08
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09.30.08
Well, this is Kempsie reporting. I will be using the admin account to make changes to the site and nothing more. It's now autumn. Let's get Ascetia back into full swing! I know we had that dormant period, and Cerise HAS quit (I'm taking over) but she is still guiding me via email (I almost said spirit! LOL!) and so you guys aren't alone. I hope I'm not! I hope Ascetia takes off again. I'm going to try and get us a new fall banner! =D
10.15.08
NEW CONTEST in the chat board (announcement everywhere, though!). Please enter!




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The Puppet:: Kzak
The Puppeteer:: Kempsie
Quirks:: Kzak is the lead stallion of Emerald Waters. He was the fourth charrie ever created on Ascetia and has two twins with his lead mare, Anntho. He's had a rough start in life as the weakling of his band, but he found a new leash through an elderly mentor and overcame the odds to become herd stallion. He misses his mate Anntho, and he's been sadder than usual with the loss of his band, but you can still find him in his territory: Emerald Waters, and we're sure old Kzak will stay there.




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Say It Loud & Clear;; Kzak
You Say It Like;; Kay-zak
My how time goes by;; Four 3/4
Roots;;It's who we are... Paint, AQH
Boy Or Girl? Stud, man, all the way.
Painted Canvas;; A snowy pelt with red dun splattered on, with smaller speckles and smudges around the large irregular patches. His russet banners are streaked with white, but his muzzle's rosy pink and charcoal. An auburn patch covers his right eye, turning it into a braun viewing pool. While his other optic is untouched by pinto markings and so it's azure, or color of the big blue sky.
Up to the withers;; 15.5hh
Past;;
Kzak was born to a black splashed white overo mare and a buckskin stallion. The young colt was born late in the season and bullied by the two other, older colts when he was a weanling. He was never really able to fight back against his two half-brothers, because they always ganged up on him. Being smaller and meeker, and them bigger and stronger, Kzak had no chance. The tormenting didn't cease when he became a yearling. By then he was a very depressed and bite-ridden colt, unable to defend himself. The herd's four mares never paid attention to him, and his father, Pazroe, ignored him. He didn't want to be seen around his weakling offspring, and doted on the young, healthy foals instead.
When Kzak was two, he left to escape the beatings of his half-brothers and ran for a few days. He found himself at a large pond, staring miserably at his reflection. Would he always be the pathetic weakling, he wondered? No one loved him.
Head low, he walked along the side of the pond, eyes on the ground, feeling the bluest of blue. At once he crashed into a figure, and when he looked up he saw a beautiful gray mare looking down at him. He talked with her, and the two became the best of friends. If anything, she became the mother he never had. Her name was Mistique, and she had formerly been a plow horse. But she was abandoned in her field during a flood and left stranded on a small hill with her shelter.... no food, no clean water. And so Mistique, starving to death, had jumped and swam until she found high land days later. For her story, Kzak had admired her courage from the start.
Mistique became his mentor and companion. Although she was old, almost twenty, she had been living in the wild for almost five years and had learned the ropes well. She taught Kzak how to fend for himself; how to fight and when, and when to flee. He learned how to stand up for himself, something he would have never learned to do in his old herd. Kzak learned what plants were best for what, when they grew, where they grew, what they looked like, and what they tasted like. To most horses, Mistique was an old, worn-out workhorse with a fraying, faded red halter on her face. But to Kzak, she was the light in his gray world. She taught him about predators, other horses, humans.... everything he would ever need to know.
By the time he was three and a half, he was a different horse. Kzak was more like herd stallion material, not the cowardly weakling he had been the previous year. He had filled out well, becoming a handsome, painted stallion with a slightly dished face and a high-carried, flaglike tail. His ears were always pricked for the dangers Mistique told him about, and his hooves were hard and tough from picking the landscape. He learned everything from Mistique, and owed his life to her. Even though he should have been out courting mares and creating a herd of his own, he chose to stay with the weakening Mistique, refusing to leave her to an emminent death by predators. He stayed with the old mare until she died, months later. He was crushed, but knew he needed to get off on his own. So after his vigil and days of mourning, he left the body of Mistique and set off to make his way in the world.
Life was not easy without Mistique, he soon discovered. He ate a posionous plant and was sick for over a week. He was in a fight, suffered a large bite, and it was infected for nearly a moon. He fell over the side of a cliff when he was fleeing from wolves, landing luckily in the river, but hurting his hind leg none the less. Now that his limp has ceased, he's found his way into Sunshine River. A hard past, a lost friend, and no love. Kzak's heart won't be easy to tame, but it won't be hard to befriend, either. Give him a chance?

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Heads turned when they saw her. Eyes never left the gleaming red coat. She shone, she was a star. No-one ever looked into her eyes. Saw the pain. Saw the loneliness. Saw the saddness. The viewers to her heart were ignored, forced to look around at the awestruck crowds, never did any one come close to experience her pain.
Her maple pools felt like the brink of tears inside, but she'd spent years shedding them. They did her no more good, eased no pain, nothing. She had run her eyes dry, they did no more to her heart. When she was in her bedded stall she thought of the days, the ones where she ran free from fear and the humans. When she was with her mother and father and her herd, until the fateful day when the wranglers came. They threw coiled vines around the necks of the horses. She had been one of the first, a young filly who was the most unsuspecting, and forced to watch them take down her family, one by one. They'd loaded her into a cramped, crowded, and hot trailer, where she was squished between her older half-brother and a terrified bay. For many nights and days they traveled like this, wheels of the machine rumbling over the black paths made for the thunderous monsters themselves. She didn't know where they were going. No food, no water, no space.
They arrived almost a week later. All the horses were exhausted, skinnier and stumbling out of the horse-box and whipped when they were too slow. Corraled into a tiny pen, no more relief. Gone was the green grass, gone were the fresh mountain springs, and gone was her family. She was with horses she didn't know, never had. Young horses, ponies, geldings, pintos, appalooas, and one very old mare. All given up hope. And she, too, began to sucumb to the loss of hope.
When the starving horses saw the open gate they ran, but it was into the fire. A dark and dismal barn, with a narrow chute. She was nearly trampled, but stayed afoot. To her horror, she realised this was not escape. This was death. In a sense, it was truly escape. But she screamed, struggled to escape, when the humans lashed thin black vines through the air and onto her back, and she screamed again from the pain.
Suddenly, people were shouting. There was noise. There was commotion. And she doesn't remember much, but she was loaded into a different horse-box, with less horses. And there was grass, but it was dried and yellow. She ate it, andd it tasted much better than grass. She drank the warm water in a bucket, and she felt better. Her hope had returned.
But then, they were unloaded. Someone transferred green, shaped leaves and she found herself in another horse-box. When she was unloaded a time later, there was grass again. As far as she could see. She rejoiced, and was turned out in it. The human behind her cried, "Roxy, come back!" but she didn't understand, didn't care. She ran as fast as she could, but found herself trapped. Tall stumps blocked her path everyway she turned. Desprate, she ran back and forth to no avail. The hopelessness returned. There was no way out.
The humans took her inside, where she would spend most of her life. They put saddles on her back and wierd contraptions in her mouth to control her. To the world, she is a beautiful chestnut mare, stealing ribbons and trophies. But in reality. she is a broken soul.

User Name:: Kempsie, though it may change.
Roleplaying Experience:: I don't really know. On and off for two or three years.
Do you like Feather Dust so far?:: Yes.
Any changes you would make?:: Fair staff auditions. Bad experience with 'em, made me quit once.
Code word:: Jazz

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« Reply #1 on Aug 12, 2008, 9:23pm »
Impressive example post for doing it quickly. ^^
I try to be fair so when we hold staff auditions, I will be as fair as possible.
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