Post by wingsssss on Nov 22, 2006 19:39:58 GMT -5
Site Name: Wings
Link: amothrang.proboards86.com
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Plot And Or Intro:We found it. The Land of Wings. It is wonderful, it is beutiful, it is the Land of Wings. So we lived here, for years and years, grazing on grass that has given us much power. Much. We can now control certain things, and change our own appearances. These powers are useful, but then we did not know just how useful. Until The Shadow came.
It started out as a speck in the mountains that all of us had not dared to go. A sort of dark spot in the light. We never thought much of it, but it is growing. The Shadow is here. And so the end of the Land of Wings is coming. We had a warning.
A white stalliong came to us. He was faster than the wind, and more glourius than the sun. He told of the undead, and the vampires, the ones that drink the blood from others to sustain thierselves. When the stallion was qeustioned for a name, he gave not a answer. Instead he spoke these words,
"Blood!
Blood!
Blood on the sun,
I shall not give my name to you.
I am going to run,
Run!
Run!
Run away from the land."
And with those words he left, and it makes me feel uncomfortable to think that the end of the land is near...
Link: amothrang.proboards86.com
Banner:
<a href="http://amothrang.proboards86.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/48yajie.jpg" alt="Wings" /></a>Is our Banner up?:Yes
Plot And Or Intro:We found it. The Land of Wings. It is wonderful, it is beutiful, it is the Land of Wings. So we lived here, for years and years, grazing on grass that has given us much power. Much. We can now control certain things, and change our own appearances. These powers are useful, but then we did not know just how useful. Until The Shadow came.
It started out as a speck in the mountains that all of us had not dared to go. A sort of dark spot in the light. We never thought much of it, but it is growing. The Shadow is here. And so the end of the Land of Wings is coming. We had a warning.
A white stalliong came to us. He was faster than the wind, and more glourius than the sun. He told of the undead, and the vampires, the ones that drink the blood from others to sustain thierselves. When the stallion was qeustioned for a name, he gave not a answer. Instead he spoke these words,
"Blood!
Blood!
Blood on the sun,
I shall not give my name to you.
I am going to run,
Run!
Run!
Run away from the land."
And with those words he left, and it makes me feel uncomfortable to think that the end of the land is near...