Post by augury on Sept 5, 2006 13:12:16 GMT -5
Name of Site: Tennstone Valley
URL of Site: Click Here
Mini Banner Link of Site: On it's way!
Your Banner Location: Main Footer
Admin Contact Details: Cas on the site.
Creation Date: September 4, 06
Activity: Brand new!
Index Category: Light vs. Dark
Types/Kinds of Creatures Allowed: Equine
Difficulty: Intermediate - Advanced (post at least 150-200 words)
Plot/Intro:
Part I
'top the ridge, a lone mare stood, her visage slightly lowered. A soft breeze was the only movement as it wisped between her creamy tendrils, streaked with a hint of eboney. Whipcord swayed along with the current slightly, tickling her hocks. Nostrils flared and a snort was casually released from her nasal passages. Mocha colored eyes rested upon the valley below, not every leaving from the dazzling sight. But through the beauty it was quite, too quite for anyone's liking. It was unusual but at this time the valley was empty of horses, and the mare knew all too well. Classic was her calling, Light Queen was her rank. Being the only horse left within the lands she took it upon herself to have the great responsibility. Tennstone was empty, lands laid unclaimed, grasses left untouched, and the royal position besides her own had yet to be filled by noble horses. Lightly rose tinted lips parted, her vocals vibrating, and her medolic lyrics were thrown into the atmosphere. Her call somewhat desperate, yet full of power. Pride was still within the mare, but deeply hidden beneath the lonely shroud that had somewhat claimed her.
URL of Site: Click Here
Mini Banner Link of Site: On it's way!
Your Banner Location: Main Footer
Admin Contact Details: Cas on the site.
Creation Date: September 4, 06
Activity: Brand new!
Index Category: Light vs. Dark
Types/Kinds of Creatures Allowed: Equine
Difficulty: Intermediate - Advanced (post at least 150-200 words)
Plot/Intro:
Part I
'top the ridge, a lone mare stood, her visage slightly lowered. A soft breeze was the only movement as it wisped between her creamy tendrils, streaked with a hint of eboney. Whipcord swayed along with the current slightly, tickling her hocks. Nostrils flared and a snort was casually released from her nasal passages. Mocha colored eyes rested upon the valley below, not every leaving from the dazzling sight. But through the beauty it was quite, too quite for anyone's liking. It was unusual but at this time the valley was empty of horses, and the mare knew all too well. Classic was her calling, Light Queen was her rank. Being the only horse left within the lands she took it upon herself to have the great responsibility. Tennstone was empty, lands laid unclaimed, grasses left untouched, and the royal position besides her own had yet to be filled by noble horses. Lightly rose tinted lips parted, her vocals vibrating, and her medolic lyrics were thrown into the atmosphere. Her call somewhat desperate, yet full of power. Pride was still within the mare, but deeply hidden beneath the lonely shroud that had somewhat claimed her.