Post by Havoc on Jun 9, 2009 15:33:33 GMT -5
Dark Equines Plot.
Humans were long gone. They stranded us here on this unknown land, leaving us nothing but our selves and each other. We didn't know what happend exactly, but we knew we had to survive on this unknown terrain. We each knew we would all have to revert back to our natrual abilities, such as finding food for our selves, stallions having to claim mares and fight for land. Every single one of us set out in herds of fifty or more, some in bachelor herds or just small herds of their own. Many chose two horses to lead them, one of the female gender and one of the male. We knew we wouldn't last long in our new area. And as we set out, we began to multiply and deverse our selves, making more of us, wheather we be crossbred or pure bred. And then the worst of us happend.
An unknown volcano in the middle of the area exploded, leaving clouds of dust hanging in the air. Everyone fled to hiding places, not knowing weather to be scared or to be feared, many equines of our kinds got into three major groups as we went along. The largest one stayed underground for a long while before deciding to appear once more.
The area around them looked desserted. And diffrent at the same time. No one knew what exactly had happend to their new-found land. All they knew was that something had changed, and they needed to figure that out for them selves. They ventured for many days and many nights, as if their lives depended on it. And it did. And one day, they came upon a disastered meadow. Another large herd of Equines came here and had gathered. They seemed strange, their eyes gleaming of hate. They knew something was wrong, the venturing herd did. Willfully, one by one, they approached the new-found herd in order to see what the problem was. One thing led to another, and soon a battle raged against both herds, an all out war if you will.
Soon, in the mist of the battle, a third herd approached, breaking up either of the herds. They knew there had to be sides, and that this war wasn't yet over for all three sides. Soon, Alliances were formed, three of them: Light, Dark, and Netural. Of course, the Darks wanted a revenge on either other side, wanting them and only them to become top rules of this land. They were evil and sisnter, as if an evil force had taken over their bodies and soul. They were like Devils, as one elder had put iseeing them like this with their mouths foaming and their eyes red with anger and dismay.
Soon, all three herds split, most injured but still moving. They claimed areas of their own, only a few spies willing to go out and try to learn to take over the other sides. Confusion was amist eveywhere, as if no one could be trusted. And no one could. The war still rages today, though everyone tries to forget the anger and torument they're going through. It's hard, though, my friend, to forget the pain that all of our ancestors have been through for the past hundred years or more. No one knows when it will end. Many hope soon at the least. But no knows yet when it will end. Or as everyone seems to care about, who will end it. Many Equine wish that they had some saviour to help them, one of the light. But no one can know for sure who will save them.
Now, my friend, there is only one question to ask you: Which side will you choose?