The Beach
The smell of death is heavy here, and the sky overhead is nearly always grey. The gods weep for those souls no longer living, and the iron gray waves sweep away the bodies of the fallen to the deep. The sand here is bone white - for good reason - and each step along the shore is made on the backs of thousands of horses before you.
This is not a place to put characters on hold. This is a place to die. Once they are gone here, they're gone forever. This is an In Character Board, not an Out of Character board where you just tell what characters are here and which are gone.
I Haven't Lived! IP: 141.152.68.73 Posted on May 31, 2011 at 12:51:38 PM by Kerana
The buckskin roan filly was only two. She hdn't had her fair shot at life, and never would. Her body simply gave in beneath her to the realization she was dying. What was wrong with her? What had happened, she hoped her mother had died as well, stupid bitch. Abondonment washed over her. Die mommy. Die.
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