Post by shakespeare on Aug 1, 2006 16:05:58 GMT -5
Name: Cold Temptations
Link: www.coldtemptation.proboards76.com/index.cgi
Rating (G-M): everything
Difficulty: Intermidiate- Advanced
Species: Equine
Activity: slow, we need more members that are ACTIVE
Plot: Soft breezes played with the emerald green of the stalks, weaving in and out of each tiny stem as the Great Orb above shone down below upon abandoned lands. The trees still waved hello to on-comers, whispering their “how do you do’s,” just trying to find a strategy to bring abundant amounts of joy and life back to each corner of the terrains. Shadows fell from the skies in one section of the lands where creatures of power and ignorance had once lived, earning their titles as Darks or Devils. Yet, in the quite obvious opposite of direction, laid an undisturbed land sparkling underneath rays of sunshine. A cascade of water plunged from a mountainous region into a rather silent lake, angry clouds dropping their temper in the form of hue less droplets. This lake was neither bright and happy, nor dark and gloomy. It matched the neutral atmosphere of the desert to the West of it. This atmosphere which seemed to take no sides earned its inhabitants the names of either Rebels or Neutrals. The Rebels had lived closer to the shadows as the Neutrals had lived closer to the bright areas. But why had each and every equine left the lands which could have made such a great home?
In the dead center of the lands was a large mountain, bigger than all the others. At the peak, there was a landing full of the most lush, greenest stalks imaginable. Flora dotted the foundation, soft winds tossing and turning among the white, fluffy clouds which hung in the blue yonder, adding such a desirable accent. Large oaks and willows provided shade, a clear pond residing in the center with the purest liquid ever seen in the lands around it. Many said the area was cursed, made to kill or haunt all others for eternity. Well, that was the rumor when other, long deceased, simply insane Royals proclaimed their rule with harsh whips and torture. The sun beat down upon the terrains, illuminating a splotched, painted creature who stumbled up the mountain’s rugged paths. No one had traveled upon the circling roads since long ago, for they too were considered dangerous. However, the splotched creature climbed up the jagged rocks with an eerie, unearthy swiftness and sure-footedness. One would call such an animal crazy for even daring to climb such a steep, unsafe mountain side. Obviously, this animal didn’t care what others would think of it.
As it grew closer to the top, multi-colored ribbons whisked out behind the delicate frame of what looked like an equine. The first one since the unforgiving past! The trees swayed more in the winds as if they were waving eagerly, watching as the belle tossed her refined tiara into the air currents above, sinew powerfully carrying the painted bulk up and beyond. Daggers of sheer iron left petite tattle-tell marks in the thin soil, strides lengthening as boa stretched out. A quick blast of air escaped the seductress’s nasal passages, a quick hint of salmon-colored insides showing. Each in take of the clean oxygen came faster, sweat slowly forming upon the tough, yet slick, canvas. The sunshine reflected off of a shield of what resembled gloss around the femora, her looks too good to be true. Finally, she had reached the top of the mountain peak, her winter white and ebony colorings shimmering attractively. So distinctive was she, up high in the clouds. As if the gods had granted her the power to glow from the heavens, the dove shone magnificently as pillars took her across the emerald stalks and lovely, diverse, and vibrant flora. Daggers were careful not to ruin the breath-taking terrain, mixed coloring of silken locks cascading and caressing down her powerful crest, symbols of sheer, effortless strength urging her on to the center where a golden figurine of an equine glimmered like a relic.
Chasms of moon washed hue sparkled as they caught sight of the golden formation. The closer she drew to the object, the more she shone and the more she realized there was a clear, glowing orb. Dust had formed around the outer edges, so with a one long breath the minx dislodged it, sending the dust particles into the skies in a double helix which just kept on spinning. Rubbing soft velvet plush against the orb, the baroness gently pushed curiously, jumping back with surprise as the orb rolled to her and shattered upon a marble tile. Chasms grew wider in awe as a pearly-white figure rose into the air. The dust particles which had been previously floating around the atmosphere flew back to the figure, forming the shape of a white stained equine. The equine had a rather surprising black marking on its forehead in the shape of an “X,” blood trickling down its cheekbone. Randomly, its opticals rolled back in its head and a strange, weak voice spoke softly.
“After seven years of toil and misfortune,
this land here will rule over the seven lordships,
Crimson blood will fly,
Streaking across the night sky.”
The painted femme stood there, surprised and curious at the white equine before her. Its cream coloring was dotted with scars and crimson. This was a prophecy, wasn’t it? As the figure before the minx paused to catch its breath, the minx allowed her ebony optcials to stare at the golden relic before her and behind the translucent figure. There, above the hold where the orb had previously sat was writing. Squinting, the femme whispered under her breath, “Prophecy by Etrica, about Cold Temptations.”
“Yet then, ten years after
The sad, yet meaningful disaster,
A ruler of painted hue
Will come to rule over this rather disappointing zoo.”
“A ruler of painted hue... That’s me!” the femora thought to herself, intelligent enough to memorize everything the figure was saying. Was this land called Cold Temptations? “It has to be... that’s what the golden relic said!” the seductress concluded once more. She was puzzled at this outcome of her little adventure. She was supposed to rule now? Nasal passages flared slightly, harks pointed in the direction of the ghastly figurine. The belle was not about to miss anything the figure said. After all, weren’t prophecies a one-time deal?
“She will come to rule beside
One who has never lied.
He shall be the Elixir to her heart
Knowing the scared art
Of unraveling questions and thoughts
As if they were simply afterthoughts.”
Opticals just grew in surprise, jaw tightening slightly. Know the prophecy was talking about her love life. Now, this ugly, snow white ghost better now one thing; she never ever had fallen for a stallion. They were ignorant, disgusting creatures the lot of them. Why bother with them when all they wanted was to use you when you were in season? That’s what her mom had told her once. The femora shook her slightly chiseled tiara into the breezes, strands of white and coal stained thread flying into the atmosphere, then silently falling peacefully to the mare’s powerful crest.
Multi-colored ribbons lifted into the winds, currents of air sweeping by them and speeding up. Soon, the breezes became winds, angry, hateful winds. Haunches came under the painted one, her mind spinning as if something or someone was tugging at her soul. She sidestepped to the right, thrown off balance by a gust of wind. Then, it came jetting towards her chest, forcing her back. It was as if her own soul was being sucked from her... But what was really happening? The figure before her now spoke loud and furiously, shouting above the screaming winds, chasms turning blood red.
“And if the two fail to get along,
They will realize they don’t belong;
War will break out,
Crimson liquid flying about.”
“The Evils will kill them slowly,
Being their normal selves; angry and lowly.
Everything will die once more,
As a result to a stupid war.”
“Don’t die or back out now!
No petty little bow
Will stop them from their killing sprees,
The Evils will have tricks up their sleeves.”
“Fail to listen to this prophecy,
And the dead will rise once more,
Murdering every life form hard-core.”
“Now if you get along,
Come, and sing your stupid song.
Life will be grand, you will live forever,
Just repeat after me, ‘never, NEVER…”
“LET YOUR GUARD DOWN!”
With that, the figurine before the femme screamed loud, crackling devilishly and harshly above all other sounds. It turned to the painted creature and advanced once, grinning like a goon and feverishly reaching out. The femme was stunned with shock and fear, her heart beating faster and faster. Her mind was slowly becoming blank, and a rustling sound was heard as a a cloud of her soul was being pulled from its residing grounds. Just when a sharpened dagger was inches from her heart, her source of life, it disappeared into thin air, her soul rocketing back to where it belonged. She sidestepped for a moment as an attempt to regain balance. She closed her lids, but before the seductress did so, she saw two crowns appear in the place where the prophecy had broken. They were covered with jewels and shimmering in the sunshine. Diamonds, Rubies, Saphires, and so many more...
The Empiress felt herself jerk backwards, mind spinning again. And then, the painted one blacked out, falling hopelessly like a rag doll to the emerald stalks, the crackling laughter still filling her audicals. It wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t leave her... Bodice laid sprawled out upon a bed of tulips, the pink and yellow colors enhancing her lovely coloring. She still glowed like an Angel from God, her locks and ribbons extracted far from her body and whisking daintily over the foundation as the sunshine beat down upon her, the breezes playing with her locks gently. What had happened with the prophecy, no one would ever know, but only one would have heard such things, only one would have seen what they would find out later to be the mass murder of the past. Etrica had been the Cold Temptation’s reason for being deserted to this day. Some said he had magical powers, others despised him and thought of him as a fake; those equines didn’t live long, though. They died within days of acquiring such beliefs; some of them without ever being in Etrica’s presence. It was one of Cold Temptation’s deepest secrets. Only equines of superb intelligence and curiosity would find out the past... For now, the one with the most knowledge of all was Exotic, the painted belle who had blacked out minutes ago. She still glowed like never before, and now the relic of gold was gone with the marble tile. It had been transported, after the prophecy had been heard, with the use of ancient magic to the very “tippy top” of the mountain, a crown on either side. It now read:
Queen of Cold Temptations: Exotic.
King of Cold Temptations: Elixir.
((I know its long ppl, srry. its not really my site anyways.))
Other: min post is 15 lines
Im Faerie and Freya/Mirage, and Selena(who quit) is Tikela and Layla/Sage
there are elements according to your breed. if you have any furthur questions, you may PM me here are Amazing Grace/Halyn/Shakespeare, or on Cold Temptations.
WE REALLY NEED MORE MEMBERS!!! ITS A GREAT SITE< SO PLEASE JOIN!!!
Link: www.coldtemptation.proboards76.com/index.cgi
Rating (G-M): everything
Difficulty: Intermidiate- Advanced
Species: Equine
Activity: slow, we need more members that are ACTIVE
Plot: Soft breezes played with the emerald green of the stalks, weaving in and out of each tiny stem as the Great Orb above shone down below upon abandoned lands. The trees still waved hello to on-comers, whispering their “how do you do’s,” just trying to find a strategy to bring abundant amounts of joy and life back to each corner of the terrains. Shadows fell from the skies in one section of the lands where creatures of power and ignorance had once lived, earning their titles as Darks or Devils. Yet, in the quite obvious opposite of direction, laid an undisturbed land sparkling underneath rays of sunshine. A cascade of water plunged from a mountainous region into a rather silent lake, angry clouds dropping their temper in the form of hue less droplets. This lake was neither bright and happy, nor dark and gloomy. It matched the neutral atmosphere of the desert to the West of it. This atmosphere which seemed to take no sides earned its inhabitants the names of either Rebels or Neutrals. The Rebels had lived closer to the shadows as the Neutrals had lived closer to the bright areas. But why had each and every equine left the lands which could have made such a great home?
In the dead center of the lands was a large mountain, bigger than all the others. At the peak, there was a landing full of the most lush, greenest stalks imaginable. Flora dotted the foundation, soft winds tossing and turning among the white, fluffy clouds which hung in the blue yonder, adding such a desirable accent. Large oaks and willows provided shade, a clear pond residing in the center with the purest liquid ever seen in the lands around it. Many said the area was cursed, made to kill or haunt all others for eternity. Well, that was the rumor when other, long deceased, simply insane Royals proclaimed their rule with harsh whips and torture. The sun beat down upon the terrains, illuminating a splotched, painted creature who stumbled up the mountain’s rugged paths. No one had traveled upon the circling roads since long ago, for they too were considered dangerous. However, the splotched creature climbed up the jagged rocks with an eerie, unearthy swiftness and sure-footedness. One would call such an animal crazy for even daring to climb such a steep, unsafe mountain side. Obviously, this animal didn’t care what others would think of it.
As it grew closer to the top, multi-colored ribbons whisked out behind the delicate frame of what looked like an equine. The first one since the unforgiving past! The trees swayed more in the winds as if they were waving eagerly, watching as the belle tossed her refined tiara into the air currents above, sinew powerfully carrying the painted bulk up and beyond. Daggers of sheer iron left petite tattle-tell marks in the thin soil, strides lengthening as boa stretched out. A quick blast of air escaped the seductress’s nasal passages, a quick hint of salmon-colored insides showing. Each in take of the clean oxygen came faster, sweat slowly forming upon the tough, yet slick, canvas. The sunshine reflected off of a shield of what resembled gloss around the femora, her looks too good to be true. Finally, she had reached the top of the mountain peak, her winter white and ebony colorings shimmering attractively. So distinctive was she, up high in the clouds. As if the gods had granted her the power to glow from the heavens, the dove shone magnificently as pillars took her across the emerald stalks and lovely, diverse, and vibrant flora. Daggers were careful not to ruin the breath-taking terrain, mixed coloring of silken locks cascading and caressing down her powerful crest, symbols of sheer, effortless strength urging her on to the center where a golden figurine of an equine glimmered like a relic.
Chasms of moon washed hue sparkled as they caught sight of the golden formation. The closer she drew to the object, the more she shone and the more she realized there was a clear, glowing orb. Dust had formed around the outer edges, so with a one long breath the minx dislodged it, sending the dust particles into the skies in a double helix which just kept on spinning. Rubbing soft velvet plush against the orb, the baroness gently pushed curiously, jumping back with surprise as the orb rolled to her and shattered upon a marble tile. Chasms grew wider in awe as a pearly-white figure rose into the air. The dust particles which had been previously floating around the atmosphere flew back to the figure, forming the shape of a white stained equine. The equine had a rather surprising black marking on its forehead in the shape of an “X,” blood trickling down its cheekbone. Randomly, its opticals rolled back in its head and a strange, weak voice spoke softly.
“After seven years of toil and misfortune,
this land here will rule over the seven lordships,
Crimson blood will fly,
Streaking across the night sky.”
The painted femme stood there, surprised and curious at the white equine before her. Its cream coloring was dotted with scars and crimson. This was a prophecy, wasn’t it? As the figure before the minx paused to catch its breath, the minx allowed her ebony optcials to stare at the golden relic before her and behind the translucent figure. There, above the hold where the orb had previously sat was writing. Squinting, the femme whispered under her breath, “Prophecy by Etrica, about Cold Temptations.”
“Yet then, ten years after
The sad, yet meaningful disaster,
A ruler of painted hue
Will come to rule over this rather disappointing zoo.”
“A ruler of painted hue... That’s me!” the femora thought to herself, intelligent enough to memorize everything the figure was saying. Was this land called Cold Temptations? “It has to be... that’s what the golden relic said!” the seductress concluded once more. She was puzzled at this outcome of her little adventure. She was supposed to rule now? Nasal passages flared slightly, harks pointed in the direction of the ghastly figurine. The belle was not about to miss anything the figure said. After all, weren’t prophecies a one-time deal?
“She will come to rule beside
One who has never lied.
He shall be the Elixir to her heart
Knowing the scared art
Of unraveling questions and thoughts
As if they were simply afterthoughts.”
Opticals just grew in surprise, jaw tightening slightly. Know the prophecy was talking about her love life. Now, this ugly, snow white ghost better now one thing; she never ever had fallen for a stallion. They were ignorant, disgusting creatures the lot of them. Why bother with them when all they wanted was to use you when you were in season? That’s what her mom had told her once. The femora shook her slightly chiseled tiara into the breezes, strands of white and coal stained thread flying into the atmosphere, then silently falling peacefully to the mare’s powerful crest.
Multi-colored ribbons lifted into the winds, currents of air sweeping by them and speeding up. Soon, the breezes became winds, angry, hateful winds. Haunches came under the painted one, her mind spinning as if something or someone was tugging at her soul. She sidestepped to the right, thrown off balance by a gust of wind. Then, it came jetting towards her chest, forcing her back. It was as if her own soul was being sucked from her... But what was really happening? The figure before her now spoke loud and furiously, shouting above the screaming winds, chasms turning blood red.
“And if the two fail to get along,
They will realize they don’t belong;
War will break out,
Crimson liquid flying about.”
“The Evils will kill them slowly,
Being their normal selves; angry and lowly.
Everything will die once more,
As a result to a stupid war.”
“Don’t die or back out now!
No petty little bow
Will stop them from their killing sprees,
The Evils will have tricks up their sleeves.”
“Fail to listen to this prophecy,
And the dead will rise once more,
Murdering every life form hard-core.”
“Now if you get along,
Come, and sing your stupid song.
Life will be grand, you will live forever,
Just repeat after me, ‘never, NEVER…”
“LET YOUR GUARD DOWN!”
With that, the figurine before the femme screamed loud, crackling devilishly and harshly above all other sounds. It turned to the painted creature and advanced once, grinning like a goon and feverishly reaching out. The femme was stunned with shock and fear, her heart beating faster and faster. Her mind was slowly becoming blank, and a rustling sound was heard as a a cloud of her soul was being pulled from its residing grounds. Just when a sharpened dagger was inches from her heart, her source of life, it disappeared into thin air, her soul rocketing back to where it belonged. She sidestepped for a moment as an attempt to regain balance. She closed her lids, but before the seductress did so, she saw two crowns appear in the place where the prophecy had broken. They were covered with jewels and shimmering in the sunshine. Diamonds, Rubies, Saphires, and so many more...
The Empiress felt herself jerk backwards, mind spinning again. And then, the painted one blacked out, falling hopelessly like a rag doll to the emerald stalks, the crackling laughter still filling her audicals. It wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t leave her... Bodice laid sprawled out upon a bed of tulips, the pink and yellow colors enhancing her lovely coloring. She still glowed like an Angel from God, her locks and ribbons extracted far from her body and whisking daintily over the foundation as the sunshine beat down upon her, the breezes playing with her locks gently. What had happened with the prophecy, no one would ever know, but only one would have heard such things, only one would have seen what they would find out later to be the mass murder of the past. Etrica had been the Cold Temptation’s reason for being deserted to this day. Some said he had magical powers, others despised him and thought of him as a fake; those equines didn’t live long, though. They died within days of acquiring such beliefs; some of them without ever being in Etrica’s presence. It was one of Cold Temptation’s deepest secrets. Only equines of superb intelligence and curiosity would find out the past... For now, the one with the most knowledge of all was Exotic, the painted belle who had blacked out minutes ago. She still glowed like never before, and now the relic of gold was gone with the marble tile. It had been transported, after the prophecy had been heard, with the use of ancient magic to the very “tippy top” of the mountain, a crown on either side. It now read:
Queen of Cold Temptations: Exotic.
King of Cold Temptations: Elixir.
((I know its long ppl, srry. its not really my site anyways.))
Other: min post is 15 lines
Im Faerie and Freya/Mirage, and Selena(who quit) is Tikela and Layla/Sage
there are elements according to your breed. if you have any furthur questions, you may PM me here are Amazing Grace/Halyn/Shakespeare, or on Cold Temptations.
WE REALLY NEED MORE MEMBERS!!! ITS A GREAT SITE< SO PLEASE JOIN!!!
