Equus: Kingdom of the Wild

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Equine Island was a green and growing sanctum of rainforest and jungle. Covered with different terrain -- flatlands, plains, rivers, forest, density, and surrounded by oceans. The pride of the island exists in its waterfalls, which billow down like curtains of wild beauty. But the inhabitants are the true story. Equines (horses) have escaped and endured upon the island since their first ancestor, Velournne, created the island. Velournne is the true legend, and is treated as a goddess, even upon her death which was hundreds of years ago. Velournne, before her death, had cast the island with a special division. The division between three sides -- Mortal, Immortal, and Elemental. The mortals have warred constantly, and true peace has yet to have been found. Only four surviving herds have risen from the ash of destruction in the mortal lands -- Light, Dark, Peace, and Rebellion. The threads of trust and life are tangled for these clans. The Immortals, endowed with strange abilities and usually the ghosts and spirits of the island, are residing in an eerie peace of non-existence. There are times, though, when the ghosts and spirits may interact with the mortals, but it is quite rare. Then finally, the Elementals. The Elementals are probably the most peculiar and powerful of all, and they, on their special side on the island, 'cross the gap, cannot be found by mortals or Immortals. They control and bend the very materials of element -- Flame, Aqua, Lightning, Earth, and Air. Although life is not strained for the Elementals, the brutal Lightning equines pose a threat in the near future. There are so many paths, adventures, destinies, and lives on the island of equines. What path will you take, and what destiny will you choose? Will the existence be ripped apart, or will the legend live on?

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It starts with a chill, then transcends into flurries... The trees have been stripped bare, and white will soon cover the islet. It is very cold... The warmth of the noon sun is the only relief available from the harsh chill. The breath of exhaling equines becomes visible smoke. This is the most beautiful season to the eye--but also the most deadly. Despite an upcoming lack of greenery and roughage for nutrition, the herds are expected to fare well--rivers are still rushing, and close by them good grasses grow. So try to ignore the nipping cold, and instead enjoy that alluring sensation that snow brings...

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