About the game
The eternal battle between the forces of light and dark continues to rage on.
The Light King went on a journey of spiritual discovery, his reasons unknown. In doing so he left his lands vulnerable to the attacks of the Darkness. The Lands of Light, have now been conquered by the dark. With any Light horses being forced out, or living as slaves to the Dark legions.
The Saligia; the gods that protect the world have made themselves known. Speaking through the vessel they allow mortals to speak with them to hear their judgement.
But with the return of the Light King heralds new hope for the forces of light. Will they suceed? Or will they fall?
Drasula.. « Thread Started on Feb 26, 2009, 3:31am »
Name: Drasula
Age: 7
Gender: Mare
Breed: Paint
Colour: Black/white
Height: 16hh
Alliance: Light
Personality: Quiet & withdrawn
History: Born of a fierce stallion who controlled his herd through fear. Her dam gave birth to her while a storm raged, but when the paint foal touched the ground the light broke through. Her dam knew her daughter would not be safe within the herd anymore and so she lead her newborn foal into the rough wilderness. They wandered for some years before they were captured by some humans. While in captivity, the dam was killed when her legs failed her during rough labour. Soon after the young paint broke free and ran, she ran until she collapsed in exhaustion. She slept soundly for a day and night, when her emerald eyes opened to found herself in new lands ruled by darkness... all she wanted was some light to shine in her life...
Sample Post: Drasula stalked the outskirts of the plains, watching and waiting. She didn't know what for but her instincts told her to remain hidden. Her coat was matted with mud, her mane and tail caught in impossible tangles. She dropped her head to the ground, her ears pricked forward. She could make out the gleam of water and by god she was thirsty. She had travelled all night through this strange land, shadows spooking her while she winded her way through trees and scrub. Weariness and exhaustion weighed her down now. She longed for the safety of a herd, and maybe some kind of love with another of her kind.. maybe...
[[it has been a long time since i've role-played on a wild horse rpg, so bear with me! =D]]