SPREAD THE WORD contest;;

[Kempsie]

New and very important c o n t e s t!
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• If you haven't noticed... uh, we're kind of dead. KUDOS to Assassin, FlowerChild, and Sassy for sticking with Ascetia! So this a new contest I'm hosting. There will be prizes. I'm not sure what, though! Let me know what you want.... but I don't make graphics.
  
• T H I S I S H O W I T W O R K S. You advertise us. On an rpg, horseland, another game, a website, wherever. We need more members, so spreading the word will help us out tremendously. You don't have to post links but it would be really helpful and might even help you win this thing!
  
• Remember to follow any rules or preferences if you are posting on rpg! And always use the form if they require one!
  
• I will be putting up a form for us soon. =]
  
• The person with the most ads wins. Just post and modify telling us how many you've done/how long you've advertises on b1/club house.
  

Our form: (or make up your own)


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[u]The Beginning[/u]

[i]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. [/i]

[u]The Rebuilding[/u]

[i]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: [b]All will perish and a new generation will arrive.[/b][/i]

[u]The Prophecy[/u]

[i]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....[/i][/center]