In the shadows of two of the tallest peaks in the mountain range, rests the land known as the Forbidden Dale. The forested path that winds down out of the mountains is steep and treacherous to those who do not know it's dangers. The mountains meld into rolling foothills - filled with broad gentle slopes, long narrow ridges, and miniature valleys. Vegetation of all sorts is abundant and the runoff of all the surrounding hills funnels into a long, narrow lake in one of the largest valleys. Beyond the undulating and green foothills resides a dark and deep forest; the trees are so dense that it is dim even in the light of day.
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Skyfall Island unknown |
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July 10th - Melia and Rhaego are now co-owning the Dale after Melia has successfully defended their home in the Summit. April 5th - Updated herd list. If you see something wrong or changes to be made, please let me know. September 8th - The Dale has become a part of Beyond the Mountains. The geographical location has not changed in relation to Mist Meadows, but Rhaego will begin focusing his attentions on these new lands being discovered and less on Mist Meadows. The herd list has been cleared, but I will add back any herd members who rejoin here on Beyond. July 9th - Updated the board. Rhaego has an open post in the lake for this breeding season for anyone interested. Also welcome Bastille whom will be serving the Dale in return for a home for himself, Larka, and their daughter Valerian. Rhaego is actively working to return Aileen back to the Dale. December 7th - After unintentionally forfeiting his land about a year ago, Rhaego has gotten him land back! He will be working on re-establishing himself and the herd that he had. There's a little adjusting to do but Rhaego is back and more determined than ever! July 23rd - ACTIVITY CHECK! Just need to confirm who is in the herd and who is not, as well as the names of any foals born recently. Please respond before August 7th with the names of your characters who live here. Thank ya much! April 12th - With the warmer months and the growing season, Rhaego is focused on growing the herd and his bloodline. Foals are on the way - but they are not all Rhaego's.... wait, how'd that happen? January 24th - Rhaego has won the battle by default! January 13th - The Dale has been challenged for by a mare named, Apache. Rhaego has of course accepted and the battle is taking place now. November 16th - Rhaego has proclaimed his claim over the territory formerly owned by Reaper. The territory will become known as the Forbidden Dale. |
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Posted on December 20, 2014 at 10:49:05 PM by Rhaego
Savage and dangerous thoughts wracked through the draft stallion's mind as he considered the canine pests residing within the Dale and contemplated how exactly to eradicate them. He'd love to crush them beneath his heavy hooves, but that was not a task that presented itself as easily as he wished. Perhaps in time, he'd gain a few comrades - a few stallions that he trusted enough to allow to live in his home - he was sure that together he and the other stallion or stallions could solve the wolf problem. They could make a sport of it!
The idea of a good bachelor-style competition appealed to Rhaego and caused a wicked smile to slide across his lips. Snorting, he continued on after scratching his face on the rough bark of an oak, inhaling sharply of the fresh and wild air of his home. The warm breeze had shifted and blew him a variety of new and unfamiliar scents that ranged across this section of the wilderness and foothills - but one delectable scent stood out among the cornucopia of others, the foreign scent of another equine. He freezes in place for an instant, his wedge-shaped head lifted higher into the air, nostrils working at the currents and testing the scents.
Rhaego's interest was piqued by the arrival of another on this side of the mountains, an occurrence that was rare thus far in his reign over the wild land. It is not long until he plunges forward into a swift, long-strided trot through the mess of grass and briars. He rounded over the slopes and ducked through groves of trees, proud head raised with eyes and ears searching keenly for the stranger in his home. He followed the drifting scent along until finally, he did spy a splash of color ahead. Rather it was the abundant splash of white in the scenery that caught his eye and he directs his ground covering gait without hesitation towards the horse who stood a good distance away beneath an apple tree.
"There are tolls to pay for the fruits that you eat." Rhaego's brazen voice rumbles out loudly with authority, deep and husky. His ears are pricked as he draws inevitably nearer, intent on learning who his visitor was, though he had not yet distinguished the great feathered wings from the splashes of white on the mare's red coat.
when you hear this song and you sing along but you never tell
then you're the fool, I'm just as well
The idea of a good bachelor-style competition appealed to Rhaego and caused a wicked smile to slide across his lips. Snorting, he continued on after scratching his face on the rough bark of an oak, inhaling sharply of the fresh and wild air of his home. The warm breeze had shifted and blew him a variety of new and unfamiliar scents that ranged across this section of the wilderness and foothills - but one delectable scent stood out among the cornucopia of others, the foreign scent of another equine. He freezes in place for an instant, his wedge-shaped head lifted higher into the air, nostrils working at the currents and testing the scents.
Rhaego's interest was piqued by the arrival of another on this side of the mountains, an occurrence that was rare thus far in his reign over the wild land. It is not long until he plunges forward into a swift, long-strided trot through the mess of grass and briars. He rounded over the slopes and ducked through groves of trees, proud head raised with eyes and ears searching keenly for the stranger in his home. He followed the drifting scent along until finally, he did spy a splash of color ahead. Rather it was the abundant splash of white in the scenery that caught his eye and he directs his ground covering gait without hesitation towards the horse who stood a good distance away beneath an apple tree.
"There are tolls to pay for the fruits that you eat." Rhaego's brazen voice rumbles out loudly with authority, deep and husky. His ears are pricked as he draws inevitably nearer, intent on learning who his visitor was, though he had not yet distinguished the great feathered wings from the splashes of white on the mare's red coat.
when you hear this song and you sing along but you never tell
then you're the fool, I'm just as well
Replies:
- we'll take this way too far - By Maribelle December 23, 2014 at 02:59:16 AM
when you see my face - By Rhaego January 3, 2015 at 06:40:42 AM
Post a reply:
I. You must respect your highers.
II. Alliances must be made face to face.
III. Bring questions to Rhaego or any of the highers.
IV. All stray mares will be claimed and forced to stay
unless otherwise noted or negotiated.
V. Most of all - have fun!