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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.
.Ask The Question Why. {Seeking Acceptance} « Thread Started on Jan 11, 2006, 10:48pm »
.Overdose. .And Then Indulge Until You Die. .Pondering .We All Ask The Question Why. .Broken Home. .And Then Abandoned By Your Dad. .And We Are Left The Only Family That You've Ever Had. .Help You See It Through. .Fight This Me And You. .Reaching Deep Inside. .Problems Not Just You Is What We Find. .Our Friendship Makes It Mine.
Banner had a slight wave to it with the nearly unnoticable breeze that seemed to dot the terra, yet the ivory tassles' motion was increased with the rise of 'er boa. A somewhat mellow two-beat had formed, it was generally smooth yet th' gait was made slightly choppy with the constant glances hellwards. 'Er goal of seeing everything there was to see didn't work well, yet sh' ignored that little point. Sunken pools continued to search the lands, gaze dropping to the ground every other stride to check out th' footing.Whipchord rose as she neared what seemed to be th' center of the field, yet sh' could see the plains continued to roll on. Sh' pushed that little fact out of her mind, slowing to a stand still.
Mug rose, nares flaring as scents were taken in. Th' near pink hue was noticable, even with th' light th' now lowered sun gave off. It was nearing nightfall, yet sh' didn't mind th' shadows. Less of 'er type came out at night, which was a good thing to 'er: sh' was never th' social type. Pleasant, at times, but not social. Sh'd prefer being alone, keeping to 'erself than communicating with fellow equines. In that case it surprised 'er that sh'd even consider attempting to join an alliance. Sh' 'ad figured it would be better than being lonesome for what sh' guessed was th' remainer of 'er life, and anyways, might as well join those who side th' same as you do. And still, th' femme wasn't exactly excited to be doing so. Being a loner 'ad been fun, but sh' 'ad better things to do with 'er life than be alone all th' time. Exactly 'er reason for appearing on th' greenery.
Th' minx pawed at the soil, a slight snort being emmited from paper thins. Boa arches, twin soldiers flickering back in vain. A sharp whinny was given, pools darting around as best as they could in the lack of light. It was 'er way of calling the lord or lady to 'er, yet it wasn't exactly the politest way. Could've done better, yet sh' wasn't one to show respect towards one of higher rank until sh' was theirs.