Post by mjvlyrics on Aug 28, 2008 7:14:35 GMT -5
!!Rythym Of The Wild!!
Site:: rythymofthewild.proboards106.com/
Type of RPG:: Wild Equine
Rating:: PG-13
Level:: Beginner to Advanced
Staff::
Admin- L.y.r.i.c.s!
CoAdmin- (Open Position)
Global Mod- (Open Position)
Mod- (Open Position)
Date Created:: August 28th, 2008
Plot::
The herd circled around the young fae, currently in labor with her first foal. The heir to the throne was soon to be born. The whispers had been exchanged rapidly. The whole valley new, including neighboring herds. Many were afraid that she would not make it. But this mare was not any mare, she was the lead mare. A strong mare. Determined. Very stubborn as well. Before long, she delivered a hyper colt. But Araya was still having contractions. Four minutes later, she delivered an adorable filly. They named the colt Rizzo and the filly Aurina.
The now five year old twins galloped as fast as possible, weaving between trees and thick brush. Leaping over fallen logs. Their black legs carrying their golden and chocolate masses to the herd. They were being chased. But not by any animal, but by fire. The dun mare, Aurina, let out a terrified scream to the herd. While her bay brother, Rizzo, lead everyone past the river for safety. Once out of harm's path, they all watched as Pine Valley was devoured by the starved blaze. Many mares weeped, the young stallions watched with blank expressions. While the four royalty's chocolate eyes melted, leaving tear tracks down their cheeks. They were all devastated. And this, this evil. No power could ever control it. It destroyed the whole forest south of the river, in the small valley where that equally small herd had resided all their lives.
The herd carried on with the morning ritual. wake up at the first sight of sun, graze, while the heir does his head counting. As well as the heiress doing her morning ritual of greeting everyone to a brand new day. But this time, she spread the thought of a brand new beginning here. In this open field, with plenty of room for the yearlings and foals to frolic.
Mini-Banner:: None. Yet!
Site:: rythymofthewild.proboards106.com/
Type of RPG:: Wild Equine
Rating:: PG-13
Level:: Beginner to Advanced
Staff::
Admin- L.y.r.i.c.s!
CoAdmin- (Open Position)
Global Mod- (Open Position)
Mod- (Open Position)
Date Created:: August 28th, 2008
Plot::
It all began with a small herd, lead by a black Mustang stallion, Zane, and his chestnut Morgan mare, Araya.
The herd circled around the young fae, currently in labor with her first foal. The heir to the throne was soon to be born. The whispers had been exchanged rapidly. The whole valley new, including neighboring herds. Many were afraid that she would not make it. But this mare was not any mare, she was the lead mare. A strong mare. Determined. Very stubborn as well. Before long, she delivered a hyper colt. But Araya was still having contractions. Four minutes later, she delivered an adorable filly. They named the colt Rizzo and the filly Aurina.
Then came the devastation to the valley...
The now five year old twins galloped as fast as possible, weaving between trees and thick brush. Leaping over fallen logs. Their black legs carrying their golden and chocolate masses to the herd. They were being chased. But not by any animal, but by fire. The dun mare, Aurina, let out a terrified scream to the herd. While her bay brother, Rizzo, lead everyone past the river for safety. Once out of harm's path, they all watched as Pine Valley was devoured by the starved blaze. Many mares weeped, the young stallions watched with blank expressions. While the four royalty's chocolate eyes melted, leaving tear tracks down their cheeks. They were all devastated. And this, this evil. No power could ever control it. It destroyed the whole forest south of the river, in the small valley where that equally small herd had resided all their lives.
The thought of a new beginning.
The herd carried on with the morning ritual. wake up at the first sight of sun, graze, while the heir does his head counting. As well as the heiress doing her morning ritual of greeting everyone to a brand new day. But this time, she spread the thought of a brand new beginning here. In this open field, with plenty of room for the yearlings and foals to frolic.
So what will it be?
What will you choose?
A brand new beginning in a strange land?
Or start your own herd in one of the surrounding areas?
It's your choice!
What will you choose?
A brand new beginning in a strange land?
Or start your own herd in one of the surrounding areas?
It's your choice!
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