Oasis Cliffs A dense, green forest with over grown shrubbery and trees set high atop a scattered mountainous terrain. The temperature is mild, grass plenty and water abundant. Most would fear these lands due to the thick forest barrier, however they are nothing to be afraid of. They are a peaceful lands booming with various wildlife and home to those horses kind at heart. The canopies of the hovering tree tops give the forest below a beautiful greenish tint and give a scene of serenity and harmony. The land is ruled by the Emperor, Lionheart and the Emperess of his choice. They welcome all light hearted to join them amoungst their lands; no matter if you were cast out from previous herds or a long time rogue, you are welcome.
Talio Procella Herd Terrain: Open, Native Grass Plains Herd Description: A light herd of one being, with many values similar to its parent herd, Adeste Fideles. It is a herd of peaceable souls, but able-bodies, and is always on the move. Spanning the beautiful emerald seas of Talio Procella, and weathering against the fierce storms, the herd conditions their bodies and minds, preparing them for the inevitable foul will which threatens the peace of their sacred lands.
Estrella Oscura estrella oscura A thick forest making a smooth protective boarder around the herd-lands. There's a tall grass meadow in the heart of the forest that gets cut in two by a thick shallow blue river that blends into a water-fall leading to a lake and a second, smaller meadow inside the forest. A neutral herd lead by what used to be an incredibly bitter dark mare. The lands are a safe haven for any who are uncertain about where they want to go, or where they are safe. None are turned away though squables inside the herd will not be tollerated. Lead Stallion- Saato Lead Mare- Majik - not mates -
Skotenios Walking through the forests, bone chilling call of the wolf, The scream of an angry bear. It’s nothing new. This was once their home. But no longer. As your travels through the wood continue they become darker. Twisting and crying for the light that once filled these lands. A cobble stone bridge covered in twisting veins stands over a dark river. But do not fret the water is pure. Enough. As your daggers clobber over to the other side there is nothing but fear beating in your veins. A kingdom lay in ruins. And there on what once was the west tower standing tall is now in half and in ruins. Just like the kingdom. You look again and the shadow’s are gone. But suddenly a massive black mare stands before you. “Welcome to Skotenios”