Post by sinfulsamba on Apr 5, 2006 23:53:40 GMT -5
Daughters of the Wind
There was the time when the land was docile, when it was peaceful. Foliage and flora florished there, along with assorted small fauna, living in harmony together. When the immortal fae damned Queen Mab first came across these lands, she was determined it would continue in this way while supporting a lush and plentiful population of her fellow equines. Slowly, they came. The Immortal Queen’s dream was coming true, one babe at a time. Generations were born and died accordingly, and Mab watched proudly from her Northern temple, dubbed Icelandica, from where she very scarcely ventured. Her laws were followed without question and all lived in peace and harmony, as was meant for this beautiful land.
But the tables turned and the winds of fate began to blow in a different direction in the most innocent way, as they always did. A brujo was borned and dubbed Kearney from the womb of the pixie Rauna. Kearney was different. He observed. He gathered. He analyzed. Kearney was the first of the rebels who fought against living under universal rules. The peace was broken as he gathered others to his side. Battles began and the rebels broke away.
The land was now split into four main herams. The North and the East fought for the peace that had once been a reality in their land. The South and the West fought against this, remaining unmoved from the reason of their rebellion. For a hundred years the war has raged on. Will the Land of the Compass ever come to peace again?
Will you join them in their fight?
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There was the time when the land was docile, when it was peaceful. Foliage and flora florished there, along with assorted small fauna, living in harmony together. When the immortal fae damned Queen Mab first came across these lands, she was determined it would continue in this way while supporting a lush and plentiful population of her fellow equines. Slowly, they came. The Immortal Queen’s dream was coming true, one babe at a time. Generations were born and died accordingly, and Mab watched proudly from her Northern temple, dubbed Icelandica, from where she very scarcely ventured. Her laws were followed without question and all lived in peace and harmony, as was meant for this beautiful land.
But the tables turned and the winds of fate began to blow in a different direction in the most innocent way, as they always did. A brujo was borned and dubbed Kearney from the womb of the pixie Rauna. Kearney was different. He observed. He gathered. He analyzed. Kearney was the first of the rebels who fought against living under universal rules. The peace was broken as he gathered others to his side. Battles began and the rebels broke away.
The land was now split into four main herams. The North and the East fought for the peace that had once been a reality in their land. The South and the West fought against this, remaining unmoved from the reason of their rebellion. For a hundred years the war has raged on. Will the Land of the Compass ever come to peace again?
Will you join them in their fight?
www.winddaughters.proboards99.com