Post by Trillian on Jan 4, 2013 19:27:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j66/sefjlv/Themiddle_zpsbc81049d.png,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j66/sefjlv/midbot_zps59a83c46.png'); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom; padding:0px 70px 0px 70px;text-align:justify;] Life goes hand and hand with death. Where there is a beginning there is an end. You may survive for a time but the reaper will always catch up with you. Equestrians of all shapes and sizes have roamed the world for centuries dating far back before memory, Drafts pulling carts, ponies tracking up mountains, lighter breeds racing for the money. As the years passed breeds were crossed and specialized founding each characteristic of beauty and refine along with power and function. Humanity is no longer around though, the gods having frowned upon their stance on world dominance and the waist and ruin that they set upon their very soul. Where one falls another will rise, equines have multiplied and achieved the knowledge that the humans once held. Now as the dominant race they set upon the lands and territories themselves. Centuries pass and with time the equines have civilized and harmonized among each other prospering for the next day. But then much like history has written before, some become power hungry. A world war between the equines ensues, the gods above can only frown at the greed and death bellow. They had thought they'd chosen the right race to continue life on earth. The equines asked for their help, prayed for their brethren and wished for each others win. They did not answer though. Faith dampened while the war thickened. thousands perished from both sides, neither willing to give an inch towards stopping. The hundred year war was written upon the sand while the race of the equines dwindled to a fraction of who they had once been. No longer able to keep up their forces the equines found themselves at odds with the world. The few that survived were jaded and battle hardened, unable to take upon themselves civility and customs that had allotted the masses of their breed like before. Years passed but the war was never forgotten. Some strive to keep the peace, others still hold grudges of their lost ones while few wanted nothing to do with their history. The gods still turned their backs upon their once shinning civilization, unable to massacre them like the humans but not willing to favor them once again. |
