Post by Demon on Nov 2, 2006 6:08:43 GMT -5
This an equine alliance site. It is fun and interesting. It has taken a while to make and create so we would appreciate use. Thank you.
The Story
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The Story
Part 1
Thunderous grey skies, rumbled overhead. The lightning feel in tremendous streaks over the lands. First Grace lay there. Her home was a mere cave, her life was mere misery, but this was special to her, and she knew it. Even after the most horrible and haunted life, she knew, she was blessed. She had been chosen by Thunder. Thunder, the leader of the lands of the moon. Luna Plains as many knew them by. The plains were not all that lied in this beautiful land but they were his favourite place.
The mare lay there thinking of her supreme lover. Thunder was lead of all the Luna equines. He was a proud and mighty Chestnut mustang his coat was a deep red as bright as a burning flame. He was strong and powerful, he was also a wise leader, knowing of the importance of an heir, so he 'ad chosen a mate. She was the chosen one. Coming from nothingness to rise to such a position was amazing. Even though the Rebels thought even less of her. Her Ex-Lover was a lead Rebel but 'e 'ad beaten 'er so she left. Thunder 'ad chosen 'er. Now she awaited 'er first foal. She looked to the sky's, praying that it be a colt.
As the witching hour fell she reached 'er labour, the labour was short lived and in the dark storm she bore the black colt, soon to become one of the most feared and idolised horses to walk the lands.T'was Diablo
The night was pouring down. Like ink falling from above. Grace stood with her foal in the cave. He suckled hard and was not comfortable but she stood anyway. A echoeing clop was heard, Diablo came back from 'is mother and for the first time saw 'is father, the large chestnut looked at the foal.
He is Perfect
He never purposly spoke to Diablo, Diablo would have to ask a question for a reply. He was never treated like a son but more of a warrior. He was trained by his fathers right hand warrior, Dimatix.
The roan taught him everything he would ever use. he was morof a father to Diablo.
Part 2
The sun was reaching for the horizon. Its bulbous fingers reaching further and further. Grace watched the struggle. Her fine black maen fell afront her eyes and she stopped watching, she felt a pang of pain hit her stomach. Her second foal was coming. With a ruch of pain it all began. Fore the second time she was on her own.
It was over, and there before her, lay the most handsome palomino. His aqua eyes stared up adorningly, how this came out of a bay and a chestnut no one will know, but she nuzzled the creamy colt as she stood, he copied after falling over a few times.
Thunder returned as the sunset glowed in the evening. His critical eyes blew over the foal. You are getting good at this m'love
He smiled and walked away. Later on Diablo and Dimatix returned.
Diablo walked over his harsh and cruel eyes fell to the colt.
A palomino. That is a feminine colour
he snarled, he was now a growing colt, 9 months old an dstill training. Looking with his own amber eyes to the colts aquas. he smirked, pathetic, he thought turning away. Dimiatix not far behind him.
Vigor
she named him.
Part 3
Winter was cold, far to cold to bear a foal to. This would be her last, she was reaching 12 and was getting to old to bear any more.
This labour was far more painful as the snow chilled her in and out.
Although this time she 'ad Flemanca 'er right hand mare by 'er. Thye were to share the foal this year, as Grace was to old to do it on her own and Flamenca 'ad just lost 'ers. The colts were outside with Dimitix. Diablo was probably picking on the other again.
With a final push, the roan was born. He had more arab influence from his mother. The others were more mustang, his roan was oddly coloured and was a mix. He had lovely azure eyes that gazed up lovingly to his mother. He was her favourite.
Thunder arrived once again a critical glare over the foal pronounced,
You never failed me. I love you
It had been a long time since she heard the words 'i love you' but they made her feel happy.
Diablo and Vigor then arrived to look at the colt, a look of disgust apeared on Diablo's facade. A roan is nice when it is a particular roan, not a lost colour like that. It is an odd hybrid mother. Unlike Dimitix's coat he is a blue roan. With that he turned nad walked out.
Vigor stared at the foal in his eyes it wa snot beautiful either.
It is not beautiful. But it will be special one day.
Expect the lightest f the three to say that. What is his name?
He questioned.
Grace replied,
I shall call him Forger
Part 4
That night the three lost there dame to pneumonia. Flamenca took over the care of Forger with 'er mate Flame. They were called Nuetrals for there desicion that they did not like constant niceness but they weren't cruel or mean.
Diablo was taken in by Dimatix and his brother Mitoko.
They were darks horrid and cruel. They brought Diablo up that way. To live into his name, Diablo.
Vigor was taken in by a light mare and stallion, Floss and Hawk.
They brought the colt up to be kind but to understand the properties of war and fighting.
Thunder would check up on the colts once a day. He liked the variation he had to choose from, no one knew which he prefered, and no one evr will. For one night. He just disapeared.
Leaving the three to fight over who would be next. After the parents decided they were to young to choose themselves, they did. They came to a conclusion till they were old enoughtnto fight they would have a third each.
Part 5
Thats up to us......
Thank you for reading i hope this gives you a good understanding of the site.
Your admin-
♦Eclipse♦
Thunderous grey skies, rumbled overhead. The lightning feel in tremendous streaks over the lands. First Grace lay there. Her home was a mere cave, her life was mere misery, but this was special to her, and she knew it. Even after the most horrible and haunted life, she knew, she was blessed. She had been chosen by Thunder. Thunder, the leader of the lands of the moon. Luna Plains as many knew them by. The plains were not all that lied in this beautiful land but they were his favourite place.
The mare lay there thinking of her supreme lover. Thunder was lead of all the Luna equines. He was a proud and mighty Chestnut mustang his coat was a deep red as bright as a burning flame. He was strong and powerful, he was also a wise leader, knowing of the importance of an heir, so he 'ad chosen a mate. She was the chosen one. Coming from nothingness to rise to such a position was amazing. Even though the Rebels thought even less of her. Her Ex-Lover was a lead Rebel but 'e 'ad beaten 'er so she left. Thunder 'ad chosen 'er. Now she awaited 'er first foal. She looked to the sky's, praying that it be a colt.
As the witching hour fell she reached 'er labour, the labour was short lived and in the dark storm she bore the black colt, soon to become one of the most feared and idolised horses to walk the lands.T'was Diablo
The night was pouring down. Like ink falling from above. Grace stood with her foal in the cave. He suckled hard and was not comfortable but she stood anyway. A echoeing clop was heard, Diablo came back from 'is mother and for the first time saw 'is father, the large chestnut looked at the foal.
He is Perfect
He never purposly spoke to Diablo, Diablo would have to ask a question for a reply. He was never treated like a son but more of a warrior. He was trained by his fathers right hand warrior, Dimatix.
The roan taught him everything he would ever use. he was morof a father to Diablo.
Part 2
The sun was reaching for the horizon. Its bulbous fingers reaching further and further. Grace watched the struggle. Her fine black maen fell afront her eyes and she stopped watching, she felt a pang of pain hit her stomach. Her second foal was coming. With a ruch of pain it all began. Fore the second time she was on her own.
It was over, and there before her, lay the most handsome palomino. His aqua eyes stared up adorningly, how this came out of a bay and a chestnut no one will know, but she nuzzled the creamy colt as she stood, he copied after falling over a few times.
Thunder returned as the sunset glowed in the evening. His critical eyes blew over the foal. You are getting good at this m'love
He smiled and walked away. Later on Diablo and Dimatix returned.
Diablo walked over his harsh and cruel eyes fell to the colt.
A palomino. That is a feminine colour
he snarled, he was now a growing colt, 9 months old an dstill training. Looking with his own amber eyes to the colts aquas. he smirked, pathetic, he thought turning away. Dimiatix not far behind him.
Vigor
she named him.
Part 3
Winter was cold, far to cold to bear a foal to. This would be her last, she was reaching 12 and was getting to old to bear any more.
This labour was far more painful as the snow chilled her in and out.
Although this time she 'ad Flemanca 'er right hand mare by 'er. Thye were to share the foal this year, as Grace was to old to do it on her own and Flamenca 'ad just lost 'ers. The colts were outside with Dimitix. Diablo was probably picking on the other again.
With a final push, the roan was born. He had more arab influence from his mother. The others were more mustang, his roan was oddly coloured and was a mix. He had lovely azure eyes that gazed up lovingly to his mother. He was her favourite.
Thunder arrived once again a critical glare over the foal pronounced,
You never failed me. I love you
It had been a long time since she heard the words 'i love you' but they made her feel happy.
Diablo and Vigor then arrived to look at the colt, a look of disgust apeared on Diablo's facade. A roan is nice when it is a particular roan, not a lost colour like that. It is an odd hybrid mother. Unlike Dimitix's coat he is a blue roan. With that he turned nad walked out.
Vigor stared at the foal in his eyes it wa snot beautiful either.
It is not beautiful. But it will be special one day.
Expect the lightest f the three to say that. What is his name?
He questioned.
Grace replied,
I shall call him Forger
Part 4
That night the three lost there dame to pneumonia. Flamenca took over the care of Forger with 'er mate Flame. They were called Nuetrals for there desicion that they did not like constant niceness but they weren't cruel or mean.
Diablo was taken in by Dimatix and his brother Mitoko.
They were darks horrid and cruel. They brought Diablo up that way. To live into his name, Diablo.
Vigor was taken in by a light mare and stallion, Floss and Hawk.
They brought the colt up to be kind but to understand the properties of war and fighting.
Thunder would check up on the colts once a day. He liked the variation he had to choose from, no one knew which he prefered, and no one evr will. For one night. He just disapeared.
Leaving the three to fight over who would be next. After the parents decided they were to young to choose themselves, they did. They came to a conclusion till they were old enoughtnto fight they would have a third each.
Part 5
Thats up to us......
Thank you for reading i hope this gives you a good understanding of the site.
Your admin-
♦Eclipse♦
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