Post by .x.flicker on Jul 22, 2010 18:52:52 GMT -6
These were the only codes of conduct that the Dark Empress Laioni lived by an upholded. Under her reign, and that of her mother’s, Queen Layla, countless died, both murders and innocents alike, in an epic war between the good and the bad. War and death ravaged the land, and when all was done, the destruction was devastating. Blood ran like water. Fires seemed to burn, regardless of the fact there was nothing and no one to tend them. And all the while, standing within the sight of this mayhem, this chaos, Queen Laioni could only smile.
Years passed after the initial spark that started the war. Though there had been survivors, they hid themselves, not willing to gaze upon the destruction of their world. While some relished the bitter sweetness of their victory, others prayed. They prayed to the hueless mistress, the onyx stallion, the golden lord, and even to the blood red titaness. They prayed to the four immortal gods and goddesses who had, at one time, inhabited the land. But with the start of Vita, they had simply… disappeared. Vita and her king, Nyteic, Layla and Jeremiah, along with their mates, Oriel and Persaphine. Where did they go? Six of the most powerful horses in Dawn, simply gone.
Or are they? As immortals, they never can truly die. But how death is perceived is a strange thing. Vita’s presence can be felt at the birth of a foal and the start of all new life, and in the bodily form of the snowy dove. Her love, the mighty Nyteic, embodies the wind; gentle and calm, but fierce and harsh when provoked. Jeremiah reigns the day in the form of the life giving sun, as well as the mighty puma. Layla became the patron of the seven sins, as well as the trickster fox and the ominous raven. Persaphine, the beauty of a blue moon and the arrival of the blessing spring. And Oriel donned the chilling death of winter, as well as the vulture, whose simple presence ensures certain death.
But like all things, the light returned. Slowly, but none the less steadily, the animals and life returned to the scorched land. From the ashes, flora and fona grew, sprouting and welcoming the return of others. And with the rebirth of the land and the return of the inhabitants, followed the traits of kindness and goodness. But like the cruel ruler she was, Laioni would not stand for this. And the horses of old know why. She was the daughter of Oriel and Layla, the two most feared and respected darks known to the world. And the combination of the two…proved disastrous. She will do all in her power to keep her regime strong and keep out the light hearted fools. But regardless, some things can not be stopped.
Years passed after the initial spark that started the war. Though there had been survivors, they hid themselves, not willing to gaze upon the destruction of their world. While some relished the bitter sweetness of their victory, others prayed. They prayed to the hueless mistress, the onyx stallion, the golden lord, and even to the blood red titaness. They prayed to the four immortal gods and goddesses who had, at one time, inhabited the land. But with the start of Vita, they had simply… disappeared. Vita and her king, Nyteic, Layla and Jeremiah, along with their mates, Oriel and Persaphine. Where did they go? Six of the most powerful horses in Dawn, simply gone.
Or are they? As immortals, they never can truly die. But how death is perceived is a strange thing. Vita’s presence can be felt at the birth of a foal and the start of all new life, and in the bodily form of the snowy dove. Her love, the mighty Nyteic, embodies the wind; gentle and calm, but fierce and harsh when provoked. Jeremiah reigns the day in the form of the life giving sun, as well as the mighty puma. Layla became the patron of the seven sins, as well as the trickster fox and the ominous raven. Persaphine, the beauty of a blue moon and the arrival of the blessing spring. And Oriel donned the chilling death of winter, as well as the vulture, whose simple presence ensures certain death.
But like all things, the light returned. Slowly, but none the less steadily, the animals and life returned to the scorched land. From the ashes, flora and fona grew, sprouting and welcoming the return of others. And with the rebirth of the land and the return of the inhabitants, followed the traits of kindness and goodness. But like the cruel ruler she was, Laioni would not stand for this. And the horses of old know why. She was the daughter of Oriel and Layla, the two most feared and respected darks known to the world. And the combination of the two…proved disastrous. She will do all in her power to keep her regime strong and keep out the light hearted fools. But regardless, some things can not be stopped.
