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Post by Azatari on Aug 23, 2007 11:59:06 GMT -5
A z a t a r iThe wild horse rpg of the century Url ;; azatari.proboards79.com
Story Line ;; A foal took his first breath of air in this world. All quiet, only a chestnut fuzzy blob paced herself to wards him was the distict thought of movement. The sent was so instictively normal. Step by step, wobble by wobble, he made himself to the forest line. A faint neigh was heard in the distance. The mother walked up slowly to him, reashuring him. Once being able to run, he started to venture out more deeper in the woods. The nigh's still came, but louder. Blood was smelled in the air. Death was lingering. Orbs looked out the other side of the tree line as a equine landed only feets infront of him. A black stallion looked down upon him asking these exact same words "You are in Azatari. Pick your side and start fighting."
Type ;; light versus dark
Needing? ;; Members! -- we needs lots of lights and neutrals
Anything else? ;; Unclaimed lands on there
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