the three most important things about Land of the Heavans
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Congratulations to LOTH for a new layout! Oh, and congratulations to our first winners for the "best of the best". As usual pony is claiming that the layout is "a work in progress", and promises to do a great job for when it is finally done, with the quote "I have big plans for LOTH". She also asks for everyone to comment somewhere in the c-box, and to please give suggestions for the side bar, as she also wishes for it to be as long as the forum "for the purpose of aesthetics". The best of the best is an open awards system. If anyone wishes to nominate for a category, please PM the admin, and the entrant will be judged. Please do not nominate yourself! the ice of winter has arrivedAnd on time this time! Winter in the Land of the Heavans is an unusual affair. The eucalyptus trees are ones that have never chosen to loose their leaves, no matter how cold the season. And, as these amazing plants dominate the landscape, Land of the Heavans has become a stunning sea of snow and leaves. Winds are common in winter, sometimes whipping up blizzards so strong that it is impossible to see one's own feet. Only the valleys of the mountains remain unchanged, and the valley of the night is devoid of harsh winds. a new month has arrived, and with it, it is Summer! Beaware of fires, long grass and snakes. The herd of the sun is now (generally) a stronger and more dangerous herd, although the strength has not enlightened them in any way! beware the herd of the sun!Pony has gone crazy... again. as a result, she has spent her time improving the site, you will now find a word count, and functioning "money" to play with - however the rewards are not cheap! and... the new layout! thankyou to inthename-stock@deviantart.com for the background, which has been slightly modified to suit. If anyone has more ideas for the improvement of the site, do not hesitate to PM the admin.
In the tales of old, there once was a land. A land of legend, it was said, that was a table cloth upon a table; so high that it was part of the heavens themselves. Protecting the land were treacherous cliffs, steep inclines and tor upon rocky tor. Select few actually knew of the safe paths into the land, and those that found their way, were considered to be blessed by fate herself.
The land itself was one of beauty mystery and magic, filled with creatures and plants as old as the very land they walked upon. The mere sight of life in this land would have startled most old worlders, for it contained creatures like none other.
Iridia « Thread Started on Sept 26, 2008, 4:20pm »
name: Iridia age: 15 years height: 15.1 hh gender: mare colour of coat: white colour of eyes: sapphire blue Markings: Personality: Not too social, and isn't easily excited. Is very good at giving advice, though tends to be quite superstitious. Like all her kind, she has an almost uncanny knack for finding her way around, and enjoys exploring unfamiliar lands. Other information:
Celestial element: Polaris Terrestrial element: fog
The herd of Polaris is one of the most adventuresome, yet only their bravest (or maddest) members entered the misted hills that bordered their old lands, far away. Even for them, it is nigh impossible to find one's way there, and few ever returned from the fog. However, it was said that something did live there- a horse few had seen, but most believed in. Ghost or god, or perpetual loner. Or something else? The figure standing on the hill, silhouetted against the stars, remained a mystery to them.
But in truth, it was only Iridia. She had been born in these mists and never left them. As a foal, all she had was her mother and her identity, young mare of Polaris. With this she was content. Mother and daughter wandered their hills, where whisps of cloud nestled in the dips and hollows, alone and unconcerned with the rest of the world. They never met other horses, and were completely isolated.
One foggy morning as Iridia approached two years of age, she awoke to find her moter missing. As she searched, her mood went from panicked to confused to somewhat insulted. Her mother had abandoned her, just like that! The filly quickly got over it and fell into a daily routine of her own.
As she grew older, strangers would enter her land on occasion- travelers who did not know the dangers of the mist, or colts who had gotten lost on dares- and she would act as a guide, showing them safely to the borders. She was the only one who ever could find her way around in this enigmatic country she called home. On one such occasion, she met another Polaris mare who had been fleeing wolves and entered the trees by mistake. The two became fast friends, and the outsider, whose name was Lystring, stayed for some time. For nearly a year she lived with Iridia, but she longed for her herd. At last, Iridia showed her the borders and they parted sorrowfully, but life went on.
For many years, Iridia lived alone, with only her thoughts for company and quite content with her solitude. most of the Polaris are quite adventurous, but her wandering spirit slumbered and she never thought of change.
Her solid world was quite suddenly shaken to the core. While grazing on the hillside in the midst of the fog, Lystring burst wildeyed out of the trees and collapsed at her feet. Iridia tried to care for her friend, but a sickness of the mind had taken her and she died two days later.
The same evening, Iridia found a pair of foals lost in the mist. Though they feared the stranger, she learned they were searching for Lystring. The look on her face told them the story, and it was with heads hung that she brought them home.
After the incident, she began to think. She had only ever had one friend, who was younger and dead. Her geographic knowledge didn't extend past the hills. She was fifteen years old and felt like she hadn't lived at all. Years left to her were uncertain, and there could be so much outside the trees. With slight trepidation, she left her home. The land of the heavens was wise, beautiful, and full of mystery; Iridia was entering it at last.
ooc: no, not a sudden muse spurt- I wrote this about two months ago in my notebook.
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