To Think or not To Think...

[Droeden horse]

Droeden



If you are a dreamer, come in...
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer,
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin...
Come in, come in!
---Shel Silverstein

Hello there, traveler from lands afar. Nay, do not be frightened by me, I am a horse, not a monster. Yes, I talk, but so do all creatures, if only you will listen. I will spin you the tale of my past.

I was born in a village on the land of Al-Hitti-Kirah. That is the name for it in my tongue. However, your kind call it Droeden. I was of a band of horses not from that land, my dam told me of their journey on a giant cold-as-ice ship. But I know not about it except to what my dam sung to me in songs of old. I was born a snowy, that is a cremella, with dreamer-blue eyes. My name then was Moonbird; for I was like the light of a full moon. I remember little about those days, except my frolicks with the native foals.And so I was for a time. But, while my friends grew stronger, I stayed a weakling, and so I was at five years comparable to those native youngsters at only a summer old. And it was around the time of my fifth sun my life was shifted to a different course.

Your kind will tell a different story. But this is my tale, honest and true, a tale from the mouth of a horse. A man-colt came, and I could see that he bode me ill, for he made a great display to his friends, with loud speech and extravagant hand gestures he approached me, and it seemed to me that he was making a show of me to his friends, and that he fixed to ride me. Now, I, being from another strain and race of that land, was of course wary of any approach from my masters, but I was not bitter against it, no, my heart was good. And so it was with a good heart I allowed myself to be approached, and did not try and falter when he got on to my back, because I had heard it said from the others that it is a great thing to treat these humans with respect. And I though myself brave, standing there.

But oh, he got onto my back, and it pained me. I swear it, I did not mean to do that thing. But I could not bear it, I could not bear the pressure on my back, pain pushing into every far-reaching corner of my body. For I was weak, weaker than all the others. But I did not mean to do that thing, and it shames me to tell you. I bucked, and writhed, and ran, and all manner of poor manners. And the boy, I do not think he meant me harm, not in this entire venture, but he was as feared as I was, and clung harder. Oh, if he had but fallen off, we would both be free of that horrid day in times past.

I fell. I could not stand the weight any longer. And I crushed the boy with me. His eyes ceased to see, his lips did not speak, and his ears were deaf to the protests of the world. I cannot say any more of what followed, for I still regret the hurt in the colt's dam and sire, and what horrible cries they made.

But I and all my kind were loaded onto a wrecked ship, and I could tell from the smells that those around me had been there before. And the ship was set to blaze. Now, horses can be feared by many things, but most of all fire. Many times have I heard sorry tales of horses trapped in their stables; trapped, even though the door be wide open in an escape, because their hearts were paralyzed with fear. And we all shivered, and trembled, and myself included. But I still regretted my part in this, and so I fixed to get us out of that place. I aimed myself at a particularly unstable wall of flame, and ran. I ran right through. My being crashed through the flickering and burning air, and I dampened the red heat. But I was lit ablaze, and I can still smell the burning on my pelt. At this I laughed, because I landed in water immediately after. And so it was that a path was broken through for the other horses, and they jumped, and we swam. We swam, then shook at shore, then ran north, far away from that place.

Eventually we ran into a cliff wall, but here I must pause and relate to you some rather strange events. My coat, white as the moon, had been burnt black as the midnight sky around it. And it stayed that way. But my eyes stayed a curious shade of blue. And with those dreamer-blue eyes, I began to have dreams. And this was so that I was affeared by these dreams, for even as I was standing at the cliff wall, awake, I was seeing things, paricularly the man-colt that I had killed. And so to escape him, I ran right into the cliff wall. But I should not say into, traveler, but rather, through. You see, there was a sort of portal, that none of that land could enter, but I was not of that land. Neither was my company. And so I, and the entire herd of four score and some odd, ran through the wall, and on to the glorious other side that we call the Highlands. And there we lived, all our own.

But as I grow older, I seem to stumble upon a mystery, a mystery of dark times of old, and according to the aged skulls I find in the hidden places of our home, this land has been inhabited before. By who? And even worse, what happened? Where are they gone? And I fear, that once I begin my quest I cannot, will not stop, and that the secret of this land will ultimately end in my destruction...

But I cannot do this alone, dear traveler, and I request your aid. Aid to accompany me on a fearsome quest, aid to unravel something that should not be toyed with, aid to most likely end up as to one of these skulls I find. But I have begun, and cannot stop for the world, and I fear that if I do not succeed, mine will not be the only body bleaching in the sun...

For I am Dremcatcher, and my dreams warn me of something horrible to come...


Features:
-Choose your own; realistic or mythical wild horse
-Interesting twist
*The realistic horses are true to life
*The mythical ones are smarter than humans!
-It's new, and in need of mods
-Highland horses(Smart ones) and Lowland horses (Regular ones) can interact and interbreed freely!
-No Darks and Lights; be evil or kind as you see fit
-All levels of roleplayers are accepted; Beginner-Advanced.
-RP just for the fun of it, or help Dreamcatcher on her daring and frightening quest
-High postions in the Quest given not just to mods, but to those who earn it

So .come in.