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Sweetwater Valley
An evil is brewing amongst the equines of Sweetwater, but it is something that no one can see. Horses are dropping left and right, screams of pain and terror ring across the borders of alliances. Chaos is let loose and now, there is nothing to stop it. The four races are
left powerless as their followers die off slowly. No allies can be found for they are battling something unseen. Only when all walls of seperation are dropped, and the equines, creatures, and immortals join forces, can the valley stand a chance.
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-Summer has blossomed over Sweetwater, the sickness has begun to disappear slowly, though the death is a constant reminder of its plague. But the inhabitants have only just seen what destruction is, and its not about to end. But for the moment, relief has come in the form of clean showers, constant sunshine, and blissful weather. Enjoy it while it lasts, for death keeps knocking, and it won't wait for long.
.Seeking Acceptance. « Thread Started on Jan 13, 2006, 4:31pm »
Th' femmora's gait was slow, pistons barely lifting from the moist sand with each step. Banner silently lay on her boa, no wind in th' are to upset it. It seemed generally pleasant 'ere, the site brought a slight smile to 'er face. Mug was lowered somewhat top th' sand, occasionally dipping low enough to touch the sand. Nares took in th' scents that came from th' ground, auds twitching at the slightest sounds.
The femme slowed to a halt, it wasn't much of a transition from her ambling pace, anyhow. Boa rose, auds flickering forard for the moment. A barely audible nicker was given, saphire pools watching the secluded area.
Re: .Seeking Acceptance. « Reply #1 on Jan 15, 2006, 12:49pm »
((Bah.. Sorry that I didn't get to this sooner! ;-;))
Keen black harcks flickered forwards from underneath the deep sea water, inked tassles streaming beside the stallion like a flow of over-run coal. Blue webbed wings pumped strongly through the Lagoon waters, feathered pedastals working their way through the nearly sea-through substance.
Rhion looked about through the water, bringing up his mighty dial up to look at the world above the water. Swimming fast and strongly up to the shores, Rhion exited the water, shaking most of the water from his fur and tassles. Trotting lightly around the trees within the lagoon, Rhion continued to seek the prescense that earned his attention. He whickered softly to himself, reasurring the steed that it might only be another equine.. Right?
Arriving at the water's edge once more, Rhion was partly stunned to see a mare - in his territory! He whinnied to the femme, trotting briskly over to her.
'Lo there, m'dear femme. I am Rhion, keeper of Bertil Lagoon. What is your calling, and if I may ask, why are you here?