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King of Lights: Queen of Lights: Dirra
King of Darks: Delphin
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Season: Spring
Temperature: 68°F
Weather: A new spring, and new year, a new beginning. The sping is mild, with cool breezes and dew that clings to you as you sleep. Enjoy the weather, for the summer rains will soon be upon us.
Breeding: Yes
Birthing: Yes
A land where all can be lost... or everything can be found.
Your fist thoughts upon entering Twilight would probably be, 'What have I gotten myself into?' It is true. Twilight is on the verge of breaking into a full-fledged war between Darks and Lights, and at their heads are Delphin and Dirra. I guess you could say they were never close siblings... And they are now gathering forces. Who will you join? Darks, Light, or Neutrals and be out of the fighting all together? The choice is yours. Welcome to Twilight.
Night was creeping slowly upon the travails of the dusty, gold hued stag. His steps were labored, the steps of a traveller who had stretched himself to far in his aims. Even so, the beast remained alert, crown held high, harks pricked, keeping his senses netted over his surroundings. The terrain began to level as he moved, and a faint shadow seemed to lay over the horizon ahead, barely distinct against the shroud of twilight. The tired stallion paused briefly to study it. There was little to be told from the barest of winds, nor did their seem to be movement ahead. Electing to continue, he studied it as the space between them lessened. Less distorted by the impending darkness, it became evident that the shadow was in fact a forest. It appeared to be safe; there was no sound or scent of any being beyond those common to a forest living- birds, squirrels, and the like. As well, it had an inviting aura, the thick, green boughs sturdy and connected by thick vines. Almost like a hideout. Or, the brute though, at least a place to find solace from the brutal routine of travels. As he came to the thresh hold of the place, Cae snorted, yet again seeking life. None came to him. For a moment, he paused, lingering at the edge, simply existing in the time.
"I shall claim this as my own land."
His voice was rather haggard, wear showing in his rough syllables, but he was of no small stature or faint natured, and it was appealing to consider having a place he could call his own, where he could outlaw unrest and hatred and naivete. Perhaps in doing so, he might have the luck of finding a kindred spirit or two, something he had rarely come across in his short life span. Moving into the forest through a needle thing deer path, he simply looked over that which he had claimed, until the soft rumbles of water reached him. This was more than enough motivation to lift his pace, and it took him mere minutes to reach the serviceable pool that had built up in the midst of a stream. A soft sound of pleasure escaped his maw, and he set upon it, sating his insistent thirst. It seemed he had indeed made a profitable decision in calling this place his own.
.Name. Caelith .Gender. Stallion .Age. 4 .Breed. Lusitano .Personality. Calm, thoughtful, rational, fair .History. Nothing special .Alliance. Neutral .Appearance. Buckskin .Roleplay Sample. (this is from a previous character)
The dyed frame of the lord moved easily over the ground, large, encompassing strides swallowing up the space beneath them. The beast surveyed his surroundings as he drove deeper into the terra; many had crossed paths here, and a sharp shiver of excitement flew over his hide. Others. It had been a very, very long time since the brute had encountered any of his species. A well deserved exile, to be sure, but nonetheless not the most pleasant of paths to be set upon. A smirk slipped its way across his maw as he recalled the manner in which he had caused his exile. Blasted Corrigan.. It had been such a pleasure to remove the stud from his pedestal, and though he had not been given knowledge regarding his foe's wellbeing following their battle, he suspected that he had been permanently knocked from his high horse. The memories took hold of him for a moment, and the stallion's pace slowed as he savored them. How Corrigan had screamed.. Pausing, the demon came to a halt, examining what lay before him. Perhaps he would be able to lay claim to what he felt was his own birthright here. The tales told by scent spoke of a great number of stags, not all of which were as robust or tested as he. And the fae.. Snorting, the brute allowed his thoughts to distract him from the terra, and his blue orbs gazed sightlessly ahead, thinking. It irritated him to know that he missed his previous residence, for there had been little there for him to miss save his dam and one or two particular companions. Even the land itself had been unappealing, dry and arid and harsh. It had bestowed gifts, in a way, with its unforgiving climate- few others who derived from more temperate places could withstand the hardship that Cae and the rest who had lived there could. Hunger, pain, scorn, unrest, heat. And the cold, at night, the sharpest of all contrasts. The place that he had come to be now seemed a far more gentle mistress, lush and soft and welcoming. It would be easy to develope his future here, far easier than it had been previously. First, however, he must observe those who held the power, and sleuth out his own. Lowering his neck, the stag clipped sharply at the grass, lost in his mind for the moment.
death of me - New Twilight RPG « Result #5 on Jan 20, 2009, 6:34pm »
Forks, Washington has always been a place where things have been simple. Recently, with the influx of vampires, people have failed to notice those that have gone missing. The werewolves can't hurt the Cullen clan. They've not broken their contract, they've not hurt a soul. But it's open season on vampires. With everyone in a whirlwind of vampiric chaos and death tolls in Forks rising, the Volturi still haven't shown their faces to stop the madness.
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Following a trio in Italy, the Volturi are winded and tired. Their bodies go forever, but their minds, caused by blackness in their tracking and the inability to see the ones being tracked, are growing weary, ready to return home. That is when a sense comes. the smell of a creature closer. He's bleeding, wounded. He's what they're hunting. The fourth to the group, making it a trio that's on the loose, rather than four. His words lead them all to Forks, where the Volturi come armed, ready to kill.
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They carry no scent. They are close. Two males, a single female, each varying in size, each meek and unwilling to become part of a group. What are they? What could be dangerous enough to distract the Volturi when they were clearly challenged by such scary numbers that have climbed in Forks?
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This RPG is set during the time of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel. But it's in your hands now if you, the player, will simply play out her series plot or deviate from it. Only you can tell ... or can you?
A Twilight RPG Rated R (US), 18+ (UK) All Levels Welcome Brand New || Canons Needed
...the premier... « Result #6 on Dec 8, 2008, 8:44am »
For many years a land nearly untouched, surpassed and going un-noticed by many. That is until the Elementals stumbled upon its glory, the huge oasis within the desert, on all four sides of a large pyramid. The oasis seemed to extend as far as the eye can see. How it was placed is beyond any beings imagination.
Though vast in size it seemed the original 3 fought over one supreme leader of the glorious realm they stumbled upon, however no decision could be reached, splitting the three in different directions taking part of the oasis to call their very own kingdom to which they would rule over how they wished, and this is where are story starts.
Please help us mold our story into something to hear for generations to come.
Damilo,Lokali, and samara « Result #7 on Sept 2, 2008, 11:55am »
.Name.:Damilo:.:Lokali:.and:.:Samara:. .Gender.:Stallion:.:Mare:.:and:.:Mare:. .Age.:5:.:3:.:And:.:1:. .Breed.:Gypsy Vanners:. .Personality.:Damilo Lokali and Samara are all very layed back horses. they try not to pick sides, they have A Dark Past that few know but it was a painful one. they try not to talk about it. for it brings even the leader of the siblings Damilo to tears:. .History.:( untold. Will play it out! Kay? ).: .Alliance. (Dark, Light, or Neutral).:Neutral!:. .Pictures. Lokali
Adrifting Free « Result #8 on Mar 22, 2008, 2:11pm »
The Rebels have stated the War...
Against the King of the Land...
The Brother of the King...
Leads the Rebels...
To Avenge...
The misdeeds he'd, and others, never done...
Will you rebel?
Will you stay loyal?
Or, will you die in this HellHole?
Adrifting Free is a mixed animal RPG where one can play a variety of different animals, big or small. The King of the Land's Brother leads Rebels to either kill him, or rid him of his crown. The first one being plan A. Will you remain forever loyal to the throne and fight against these rebels? Or will you rebel for revenge against crimes that you'd never comitted? It's your fork in the road, you have no guide but yourself. Either way you choose, destiny and fate will follow in your footsteps. Welcome to Adrifting Free. Click here to find your path.
Element of the Equine « Result #9 on Jan 9, 2008, 8:48pm »
Four nations. Four stones. One amazing power when the stones are united. Element of Equine is based on the four elements, air, water, fire and earth. These are the four alliances trying to protect and steal the other tribe's stones. The stones are the source of their bending power for the horses. The air nation stone has been broken, and now is completely dead!
Who broke the air nation's stone? Who will be the tribe to unite all four stones to get one major power that could wipe out the other nations and dominate the world?
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