Over 800 years ago large wolf like beings roamed the soils of this earth. They were feared by the Indians of the land, but also worshiped for their strengths and abilities. The Indians gave them sacrifices from their sheep flocks and cow herds. The wolves accepted them, leaving alone the villages and people, but a new threat soon came.

White men were invading the lands and taking over everything. This angered the wolves and they began killing all on sight, but little the wolves knew of the weapons they had. Instead of running and fearing the wolves, they began to hunt them. They used guns and knives, something the wolves had never seen before, so they vanished into the woods. There they evolved, turning from Werewolves to Lycans. They were able to keep their human forms and were able to live among the people of the world, but the time they chose to re-emerge was one of the worst. Talk of witchcraft and magic was spreading, and how all who possessed it were to be burned.

The lycans feared for their lives, so they stayed hidden and secluded. Slayers were being trained to hunt down the unholy creatures of this world, but to the lychons relief they were spared. They had been forgotten, but it wasn't long until they were once again discovered. The people of the villages began to fear the night and the Slayers began to hunt the lycans. Most thought they could not hold human form, but it was soon learned they could and killings of lycans in their human forms began to be reported.

The Slayers began to hunt the lycans as their main creature and their race began to disappear. Many Slayers appeared at night, when a lycan had no choice but to change into the wolf-like creatures. With fear once again striking them, they ran into the forests and hid away from the world.

The emerged once more, able to keep human form and change at will; but different conditions had different effects on the lycans, so clans began to form. The clans were separated by jealousy and hatred for each other. The clans began to fight and feud over who was better. Their war raged on for years in the silence of the night. Eventually all hunting for those of the dark arts stopped – the Slayers went into a state of dormancy, waiting till the return of the Lycans.The Lycans again began killing off flocks and herds, but with the disappearances and strange noises of them fighting in the night the Slayers soon returned. They were better equipped and with more knowledge of their species. An all out war broke out between the races, one against the other.

Throughout time the two have fought and many have been killed, generations of father and son have taken their places in the war, but the lycans still feud with each other, killing off each other along with the Slayers. As time passed the lycans had to go into secrecy, living away and in secrecy.The slayers began to create new weapons,one in particular they have used like drugs.Once injected this serum turns a lycan normal,and once their powers are gone the slayers force them into their school,and use them to learn more about the clans. In today’s world they still walk among us, along with Slayers, but with a new school that trains the Slayers, and The Lycan clans becoming more aggressive from the temptations of today, will the lycan race be able to survive? Who will be left standing in the end?

Site Name- Wild Spirits
Active- Yes, and growing
Admin's Name- Freedom
Banner- News Table at Top
Based on- Magic, quest, and soon to be wars between the sides.
Link- Click

It all started in the year 2050. The human race soon died off. All were gone. The land slowly started it's ways back to it's old self. The horses soon took over the lands. The north, south, east and west. The north seemed as the nicest, the Souths the meanest, the east just stuck in the middle, and the west, the ones that were unpredictable ones. The north and south never seemed to get along, and the west and east never really got along. Soon battles broke out between them all, the north fighting the south and west, and the south fighting the north and east. The north and east seemed to come together, and the south and west started to come together. Soon wars broke out between them all, life had changed from peaceful to fighting.

Years passed and soon a northern was exploring, what was this? A secret cave? Inside a mare laid. As the spoke to each other the northern found out it was a magic area, a magic mare. She gave quest out to others, ones that wanted to have these magic powers.

What will happen? Will you join the north or south? Or will you be stuck, like the west and east? Will the mare give powers to you? It's up to you to find out

• Active
  
• New
  
• Great Staff
  
• Great Members
  
• Have to be able to post 100 Words to Join
  
• Based on Magic
  

Pleased Join!


{E N T E R}

Forgotten Trust


Humans populated the Earth and Horses were second in line of being the Top of the food chain. All horses were Domestic in those times until the Humans knew it was coming. WWIII had already started and the humans had turned the horses loose. Onto every Island that there was so they were safe. The humans all died out, horses were alone and devastated. They mangaged to travel to other places and repopulate but the blow was hard and half of the species was swiped out. The others had been used for battle and lots had to breed and help the island to make the equines popular, while other animals came to the island they got frightened, fighting and doing everything they shouldn’t.

Equines split in three. Light, Dark and neutral alliances. The Lights took parts of the Land and the Darks did aswell. The neutrals put themselves between the two alliances as they were Half Dark and Light so they couldn’t allow them to fight. It made the Darks angry and attack the Lights, taking over Land which they lost by a king. The king died soon and so the Darks moved out because they said the Land was boring, but soon some travellers stayed here and found it lovely. Soon it was popular and the Equines were thriving the World but this Land was by far the most popular and successful. But now again the Lights and Darks are going to try for Battle. But will they accept this Challenge? What side will the Neutrals go onto? You deicide this fate..

General

Creators;; ஐRa;;ஐ, Ellie ;}
Co.Admins;; Open
GM: Open
Modrators: Open
Advertisers: Blitzy
Graphics: Stripes, Traitor and Yasmin
Every Postion is counted as a Staff member..

- Posts consist of 75+ words
- Correct Grammer is required
- Swearing is aloud
- Respecting is most important
- Helpful Staff
- Kind Members
- Lots of Unclaimed Land
- Open Royal Postions
- Of course no Godmodeling and Powerplaying
- On topsite
- Contests are starting
- Was only 3 weeks old and already 20 members
- Really active



http://forgottentrust.proboards83.com/index.cgi

[code] <a href="http://forgottentrust.proboards83.com/index.cgi" target="http://forgottentrust.proboards83.com/index.cgi"><img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii169/wildheartsunder/dfgdfgdgdgdfgd.jpg" border="0" alt="http://forgottentrust.proboards83.com/index.cgi"></a>

^{* b r o k e n s o u l s}

................................................
d e s c r i p t i o n
Broken Souls is a wild horse role play with a unique, detailed plot. The plot is based more on fantasy than reality. It's similar to your average dark, light and neutral equine roleplay, though with several different twists to make this site fresh and interesting. High ranks like king and queen of a herd are open, and auditions are not currently required, but Broken Souls is gaining members everyday, so join now to secure a position at the very top!
................................................
p l o t
INTRODUCTION ,
For centuries equines have been tamed and fondled by the hands of man. They became tools and useful creatures for the two legged kind. As the years slowly inch along new techonologies where invented. Automobiles became the newest for of transportation. Equines became obsolete. They where only considered as 'leisure activities' or 'forms of sports'. The economy slumped and people started to lose money. Hore owners tried their hardest to sell their livestock and get rid of the extra expenses that come with them. When the beasts weren't being bought owners began to neglect their duties as pet owners. Equines across the country grew thin and weak with starvation. Few where shipped over seas to slaughters and to made into meat and glue. A few activists took initiative to save as many equines as they could. Finding a small secluded island that was protected by the government, they shipped as many equines that had been neglected, abused, wild, and with other afflictions to this island to live. Once on thier own the equines flourished and began to thrive and populate the entire chunk of earth. They seperated into herds and formed their own ranks and terras. No human has touched the land ever since that day and none ever will.

EQUUS ENSLAVEMENT ,
Heated rays of light beat down on the sweat slicked pelts of the Diei herd. The equines' bodices where racked with pleasure as they grazed on the tender stalks that sprouted from the sod. An overo bay stallion stood watch over them all. Brown portals lifted skywards as a few grey puffs floated across the azure atmosphere. His satellites flicked forward to catch all the muffled and stiffled neighs and whinnies from the foals and their mothers. The cushioned thud of daggers on grass erupted from behind his flank. His scouts where returning. Bracken, Ebruto, and Werhen appeared on both his left and right flanks. Bracken, a bay stud, parted his mug to emit his low song. He luted softly so no other equines could over hear. The Nightwanderers are on their way. From what we couuld see there was way over one hundred. Bracken kept his voice calm and steady, but on the inside he was trembling. There was no way they could fight off all of those horses. He remembered the time when the herds had formed. The nightwanders had formed the Nox Noctis herd. The loved the shadows and the darkness that surrounded the ebony sky. Bracken was in the Diei herd. The where known as the sunwanderers. The Nox Noctis herd had begun to start odd rituals. They would slaughter multiple foals and dot themselves and their friends with the crimson liquid. They would prance around the limp form several times before they wouuld devour the corpse. Now the Nox Noctis herd was on the move to enslave and capture the Diei herd. As long as Bracken could remember, the Diei herd had always been on the move, and now they were out of room to flee. The overo stallion looked at his herd. For over five rotations they fled from the flesh-eating beasts, but now they had no where to go. His mug parted and he luted his soft song to Bracken. Brave scouts, gather as much as you can of the herd. If they want to follow you flee over the mountains. The whole herd cannot make it. Those who want to fight can stay, but those who can't might as well stay. Now leave, find yourselves shelter. His portals clouded and misted as sorrow filled his heart. This was his last year reigning and he felt the fear enter his heart. Bracken turned and nodded to the other scouts and they raced to the herd. Word travelled quick and all young and youthful dames and brutes that wished fled south over the mountains. Still a large chunk of the herd remained. Their where some wanting a fight and others where either to young or to old to travel that far. The flesheaters came and quickly overpowered the few brutes that stayed behind to fight. Crimson stains poured over the growing stalks. What was left of the Diei mares and young stallions where enslaved. The overo bay stag fought as valiant as an aged brute can. He died with honor as the Nox Noctis equines began to feast upon the fall victims.

OVER THE MOUNTAIN ,
Bracken lead over seventy-five free equines up and over the mountains. Snow fell and shook their bones and rattled their hearts. Their craniums hung low with defeat written across their facades. Only Bracken had the defiant look that portrayed what he would one day accomplish. Once on the other side the equines made a home and a new herd, the Furtum herd. The Furtum herd has remained hidden to this very day. None knew what had happened to their fellow Diei herdmates that stayed behind. Only the wind could bring the sorrows and pains that the enslaved Diei herd suffered. The Nox Noctis ruled over them. When they wanted pleasure and to torture thats who they called. The nightwanderers or flesheaters had their playthings, but they wanted more. It was written before Bracken's era about how a great revolt would erupt. The land would be spilled with crimson dew and rain. Few would survive and a new period of peace would emerge, the vicis de valde pacis . Maybe one day it will come true. Until then the Diei herd is enslaved and the Furtum herd tries to remain hidden, but some secrets cannot always be kept secret. The Nox Noctis herd is preparing for to scour the land to find the missing Furtum herd. The Furtum herd is plotting to help their Diei brethren. The Diei herd is just asking each other when the suffering will stop. Its up to you, are you for delieverance or for enslavement? The balance of life and death is in your hands.

................................................
HOME | PLOT | RULES | RANKS