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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Sanctuary unknown |
Hjarta unknown |
Skyfall Island unknown |
Paraíso enemies |
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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 September 26, 2016 at 10:41:26 PM by Talien
She knew he would come. Although their time together had been rather short lived, there was one thing about him that Talien had learned... he always protected what he believed to be his. For as long as Talien could remember, the Forbidden Dale had been around. Although Ichiro had never allowed his headstrong daughter venture over the mountains, Talien had heard the stories of the horses there.
She had been surprised when he has spoken of the Dale. A part of her knew that their coupling would break the heart of Ichiro were he to ever know... but none the less there was something about the rugged gruff stallion that intrigued her. Zurok and Triple Strike had showered her with words of adoration, kindness, and promises of love and devotion. Rhaego... he was much different.
Talien watched him in mild fascination now as his russet figure came into view. He moved towards her at a heavy hoofed trot, his thick neck holding his proud head high as his own dark brown eyes seek out the intruder. A coy smirk ghosts across the ash dusted lips as Talien took note of the recognition as it traveled across his face, and the lustful hunger in which his eyes still trailed over her supple, sultry curves.
A single tipped dial flickers amid the mass of tangling chocolate tresses that tumble in wild curls along the arching slope of her graceful neck as he speaks, his gruff voice breaking the silence that had built up between the trio. Subconsciously, she is soothed by his voice. While everything else she may have known seems to have been swallowed by the thick fog that even now wisps over the mountain crevices... he at least, is still here.
He wears a wolfish smile as he slows to a halt before her. A single dial twitches as a coy grin of her own toys at the corners of her ash dusted labrums. For a moment she does not say a word, merely stands there, letting her icy blue eyes meet his fierce gaze. "Rhaego..." she purrs, letting the syllables of his name play across her lips like it had that summer night. Her unusually long tail whipping about her hocks as the cold autumn winds drift across the hillside upon which they stood. "It has been awhile.." she murmurs, more to herself than to him directly. She had almost forgot how ruggedly hansom he could be with that wolfish smile and hunger dancing in his eyes. It made her feel like some prized show dog on display but that did not bother her, if anything it made her proud little head rise just a bit higher.
A single brow arches as the petite mare of bronzed gold dips her head to nudge the young filly at her side. "Baylor..." she finishes, tiny, pointed ears stand alert amid the thick layer of hairs that tumble in wild, wind tangled curls against her cheek. Every now and then a soft chilled breeze would twist its invisible fingers through them, causing them to appear to have a life of their own. Her proud neck arches, ashen muzzle pressing neatly against the golden concave of her chest cavity as she takes a single bold step towards him, a sultry smile ghosting once more across her lips, "I figured it was about time that you meet your daughter."
She had been surprised when he has spoken of the Dale. A part of her knew that their coupling would break the heart of Ichiro were he to ever know... but none the less there was something about the rugged gruff stallion that intrigued her. Zurok and Triple Strike had showered her with words of adoration, kindness, and promises of love and devotion. Rhaego... he was much different.
Talien watched him in mild fascination now as his russet figure came into view. He moved towards her at a heavy hoofed trot, his thick neck holding his proud head high as his own dark brown eyes seek out the intruder. A coy smirk ghosts across the ash dusted lips as Talien took note of the recognition as it traveled across his face, and the lustful hunger in which his eyes still trailed over her supple, sultry curves.
A single tipped dial flickers amid the mass of tangling chocolate tresses that tumble in wild curls along the arching slope of her graceful neck as he speaks, his gruff voice breaking the silence that had built up between the trio. Subconsciously, she is soothed by his voice. While everything else she may have known seems to have been swallowed by the thick fog that even now wisps over the mountain crevices... he at least, is still here.
He wears a wolfish smile as he slows to a halt before her. A single dial twitches as a coy grin of her own toys at the corners of her ash dusted labrums. For a moment she does not say a word, merely stands there, letting her icy blue eyes meet his fierce gaze. "Rhaego..." she purrs, letting the syllables of his name play across her lips like it had that summer night. Her unusually long tail whipping about her hocks as the cold autumn winds drift across the hillside upon which they stood. "It has been awhile.." she murmurs, more to herself than to him directly. She had almost forgot how ruggedly hansom he could be with that wolfish smile and hunger dancing in his eyes. It made her feel like some prized show dog on display but that did not bother her, if anything it made her proud little head rise just a bit higher.
A single brow arches as the petite mare of bronzed gold dips her head to nudge the young filly at her side. "Baylor..." she finishes, tiny, pointed ears stand alert amid the thick layer of hairs that tumble in wild, wind tangled curls against her cheek. Every now and then a soft chilled breeze would twist its invisible fingers through them, causing them to appear to have a life of their own. Her proud neck arches, ashen muzzle pressing neatly against the golden concave of her chest cavity as she takes a single bold step towards him, a sultry smile ghosting once more across her lips, "I figured it was about time that you meet your daughter."
Talien
I'm just a displaced princess;
pic courtesy of desert-wind @ deviantart
Replies:
- when you see my face - By Rhaego October 1, 2016 at 04:37:40 PM
Vitality of the Wood - By Aileen October 2, 2016 at 05:44:50 AM
Sing To Me A Sweet Sweet Song - By BAYLOR October 3, 2016 at 11:30:56 PM
. - By October 3, 2016 at 11:32:26 PM
I am just a displaced princess; - By Talien October 3, 2016 at 11:57:50 PM
when you see my face - By Rhaego October 24, 2016 at 05:19:51 AM
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II. Alliances must be made face to face.
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IV. All stray mares will be claimed and forced to stay
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