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Sadona - & &

Name of Site:
Sadona

URL to Site:
sadona.proboards91.com

Admin(s):
Sarah
Bree

Mini Banner:


Mini Banner Code:
<a href="http://sadona.proboards91.com/index.cgi">
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Sadona. The land is cursed with four races of equines walking upon it. There are the Fallen Angels, The Living Dead, the Shape Shifters, and of course, the Mortals. Each thrives on it's own breeding only to it's race, only conversing with the same kind. Not anymore. The four races aren't in the classic war, but it seems like it. They never seem to get along, and ever since a dark mortal turned everyone against each other, nothing has ever been the same. How that dark brute did it, no one can figure that out.
That night shall be forged into the minds of everyone for all eternity. With first hand experience one horse had the courage to step forward and describe a first hand experience. His face was withered from age, and the screwed horns protruding form his head had began to crack. His raspy voice hits the air as he stands above a plain filled with multiple equine species.
His musical lyrics seem to shine a light down onto the equines' faces. Wings, horns, ribs, fur, flesh, wolves, and birds were shown in the shimmer. The four species who lived in peace together. Mortal, Shape shifter, Angel, and Dead. Though on that day, as the eldest Living Dead horse describes, nothing would be the same.
The sky turned black with the cover of dark birds. Ravens to be exact. These beady eyed creatures landed, transforming with a burst of feathers. Where once small winged birds stood, large equines stomped their feathered feet. A large dark horse stood before them. His eyes a crimson hue, two twisted horns coming from the side of his skull, and large six inch fangs hanging form his jaw. His flint hit the ground, at once the others had bent onto one knee. "Thanatos! Thanatos!" They all chanted in rhythm.

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[li] Active admins. At least one is on each day for at least an hour.
[/li][li] 12 free boards to post in. This includes all four races that can post here.
[/li][li] Intermediate Role Play (175 words per post)
[/li][li] Easy to follow rules
[/li][li] Neatly set up
[/li][li] Always something to do!
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[b]Name of Site:[/b]
Sadona

[b]URL to Site:[/b]
http://sadona.proboards91.com

[b]Admin(s):[/b]
Sarah
Bree

[b]Mini Banner:[/b]
[img]http://i24.tinypic.com/2uyraeu.gif[/img]

[b]Mini Banner Code:[/b]
<a href="http://sadona.proboards91.com/index.cgi">
<img src="http://i24.tinypic.com/2uyraeu.gif " border="0" alt="Sadona" />
</a>

[b]Into:[/b]
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 Sadona. The land is cursed with four races of equines walking upon it. There are the Fallen Angels, The Living Dead, the Shape Shifters, and of course, the Mortals.  Each thrives on it's own breeding only to it's race, only conversing with the same kind. Not anymore. The four races aren't in the classic war, but it seems like it. They never seem to get along, and ever since a dark mortal turned everyone against each other, nothing has ever been the same. How that dark brute did it, no one can figure that out.
 That night shall be forged into the minds of everyone for all eternity. With first hand experience one horse had the courage to step forward and describe a first hand experience. His face was withered from age, and the screwed horns protruding form his head had began to crack. His raspy voice hits the air as he stands above a plain filled with multiple equine species.
His musical lyrics seem to shine a light down onto the equines' faces. Wings, horns, ribs, fur, flesh, wolves, and birds were shown in the shimmer. The four species who lived in peace together. Mortal, Shape shifter, Angel, and Dead. Though on that day, as the eldest Living Dead horse describes, nothing would be the same.
The sky turned black with the cover of dark birds. Ravens to be exact. These beady eyed creatures landed, transforming with a burst of feathers. Where once small winged birds stood, large equines stomped their feathered feet. A large dark horse stood before them. His eyes a crimson hue, two twisted horns coming from the side of his skull, and large six inch fangs hanging form his jaw. His flint hit the ground, at once the others had bent onto one knee. [b]"Thanatos! Thanatos!"[/b] They all chanted in rhythm.


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[b]Highlights:[/b]
[li] Active admins. At least one is on each day for at least an hour.
[/li][li] 12 free boards to post in. This includes all four races that can post here.
[/li][li] Intermediate Role Play (175 words per post)
[/li][li] Easy to follow rules
[/li][li] Neatly set up
[/li][li] Always something to do!
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