Post by Natasha on May 28, 2006 19:07:24 GMT -5
Long ago an equine named Shetan found these sacred lands and claimed them as his own. After a long time passed, these lands had formed into pure lands of Hell and Hell alone. After Shetan had passed away, the harems here that had formed were in turmoil. Many faded off, seeking a place that they could lead by themselves. Some remained, though quite illusive in all of the bustle. That was when the others came. They believed in the purity, the Heavens above. They formed without the few that were left of the demented knowing, and so they remained: secretive.
It had been a few years before a wandering figure sauntered in, seeking Shetan. He was quite oblivious to the fact that the ruler was dead, but once he realized this he took claim to the lands as no others had stepped forth. He could sense precious little of life left, but it didn't trouble him. That was when he found the lights. He wasn't too terribly troubled by them, as they weren't causing a problem. But being the d**ned soul he was, he wanted to make it clear that this was lands of Hell. It was then that he decided to banish them, only to be retorted by those who rebelled, feeling that he didn't have the right to sentance them away when they had done nothing. And so it began: the rebelling forces of the angelics, the grim figures of equines seeking to rule, and the one ruler that had been crowned King Haine, destined to end the issues once and for all.
Do you dare to enter..... ?
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