Post by Silverstorm on Jul 9, 2007 15:59:36 GMT -5
Name: The Last Equines
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Activity: Pretty good.
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In the shrouded darkness where all beings had lived, life had become unbearable. The heat that had swept over the country had torn apart many cities, clinging to the last drop of water as if it was their life-line. But this had become only the beginning of the perils that they would have to face. From the alienable drought came a fierce blizzard that plagued much of the nation, crushing homes, while dilapidated buildings that held those that were most unfortunate disappeared among the rubble and snow that had been jammed upon the land. It was as if mother Earth was blaming the species for what was happening to the ecosystem, to her brood, to her life.
As the terrors went on, from tragedy to tragedy, the human life upon the country had disappeared altogether, their bones melting within the caked interiors of the Earthen wares, shattering their bones with the force of the gravity, cremating them so that their ancestors could grieve, while still knowing that they had been given a proper burial by the elements. It seemed the land would be forever deserted, that the descendants of the ancestors that waited in joyfulness and sadness for their family to be brought to them, and even those that stayed to haunt the life that they had once tried to live. There seemed to be no species upon here, living, to understand how to bring a society totally obsolete back to its proud nature.
There seemed none, but one. The equines. The equines had traveled back from a southern country, where only the elements had touched but not dominated. They walked through the rubble, danced upon the clear land, and braced themselves for the horrors that seemed in store for them. Because, even though life had been stilled in these parts, Mother Nature was not through just yet. And neither were those that were power-hungry. Could those that held onto bravery and traveled here be able to make it through what they were about to succumb, or will it still be a lost land forever, never to be brought up again?
Welcome to... The Last Equines
Four herds were formed. Breeze Herd and Ocean Herd, the good ones. Shadow Herd and Storm Herd, the evil ones. They will rise up to fight, the light against the dark. Will they finally settle in peace? Or will they destroy each other, the last of their kind?
As the terrors went on, from tragedy to tragedy, the human life upon the country had disappeared altogether, their bones melting within the caked interiors of the Earthen wares, shattering their bones with the force of the gravity, cremating them so that their ancestors could grieve, while still knowing that they had been given a proper burial by the elements. It seemed the land would be forever deserted, that the descendants of the ancestors that waited in joyfulness and sadness for their family to be brought to them, and even those that stayed to haunt the life that they had once tried to live. There seemed to be no species upon here, living, to understand how to bring a society totally obsolete back to its proud nature.
There seemed none, but one. The equines. The equines had traveled back from a southern country, where only the elements had touched but not dominated. They walked through the rubble, danced upon the clear land, and braced themselves for the horrors that seemed in store for them. Because, even though life had been stilled in these parts, Mother Nature was not through just yet. And neither were those that were power-hungry. Could those that held onto bravery and traveled here be able to make it through what they were about to succumb, or will it still be a lost land forever, never to be brought up again?
Welcome to... The Last Equines
Four herds were formed. Breeze Herd and Ocean Herd, the good ones. Shadow Herd and Storm Herd, the evil ones. They will rise up to fight, the light against the dark. Will they finally settle in peace? Or will they destroy each other, the last of their kind?
Activity: Pretty good.