Post by E t i e n n e on Jun 18, 2007 20:25:47 GMT -5
I don't know if you give land to just anyone, but Etienne is going mad not having some. ^^ (The stallion, mind you. Not third person)
Name of Land: Agre Cruento
Meaning: Land Stained with Blood
Leader of Land: Etienne
Land Alliance: Dark
Description:
Russet streams of orange and red leak through the black stained trees towering overhead. All goes quiet as the dying day takes its last breaths with the setting sun and night sets in to cool the forest and bring peace to its darken residents. The birds have stopped their gleeful song and retired to the safe haven of their nests, making way for the sonic screams of the night-birds, the bats as they hunt in the darkness. The moon peaks through the trees as if to catch a glimpse at the hell-spawned beauties within the dark property. They are law here, the hell-bent. A light within these grounds would surely die. No neutral can fathom the blackness within these souls. They are in, so many ways, Hell’s children, the Devil’s advocates. Black blood flows through their veins and not a one would hesitate to kill. That is what they do, these beautiful creatures of the night, kill and corrupt. Their nature and way of life. Within Agre Cruento, the Land Stained with Blood, it is quite literally, kill or be killed. Here you have no allies, but you have a purpose. Through the dark forest and down the gorge, over the three hills and through the red meadow the misfits of equine society make their home and protect it with all they have. Death is well understood. It is merely life that isn’t. And no more do the equine here think of it. Life is no more than a puzzle game. If you die you lose.
Name of Land: Agre Cruento
Meaning: Land Stained with Blood
Leader of Land: Etienne
Land Alliance: Dark
Description:
Russet streams of orange and red leak through the black stained trees towering overhead. All goes quiet as the dying day takes its last breaths with the setting sun and night sets in to cool the forest and bring peace to its darken residents. The birds have stopped their gleeful song and retired to the safe haven of their nests, making way for the sonic screams of the night-birds, the bats as they hunt in the darkness. The moon peaks through the trees as if to catch a glimpse at the hell-spawned beauties within the dark property. They are law here, the hell-bent. A light within these grounds would surely die. No neutral can fathom the blackness within these souls. They are in, so many ways, Hell’s children, the Devil’s advocates. Black blood flows through their veins and not a one would hesitate to kill. That is what they do, these beautiful creatures of the night, kill and corrupt. Their nature and way of life. Within Agre Cruento, the Land Stained with Blood, it is quite literally, kill or be killed. Here you have no allies, but you have a purpose. Through the dark forest and down the gorge, over the three hills and through the red meadow the misfits of equine society make their home and protect it with all they have. Death is well understood. It is merely life that isn’t. And no more do the equine here think of it. Life is no more than a puzzle game. If you die you lose.
