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12-08-2012, 02:41 PM
Yiska i am no bird, and no net ensnares me Yiska scowled softly at the question, recalling the vivid recantation of Leander's history lesson. "War exists everywhere, I'm afraid," He began, shaking his head at the sad truth. "But this land has fallen in the eye of the storm. Battle has ravaged these lands, a war between racism and equality. I was not here for the last war, as I have only been in the Throat for a short while. But our sultan the LionHeart told me about it. There is a band of unicorns that took over the Edge, casting their hooves upon equines and pegasi alike. They also brought death upon the unicorns who disagreed, and believed everyone was equal. Finally a war broke out, and after much death on both sides, the unicorns were cast away. They lived their lives outcasted, but rumor has it the god of time granted them a valley to live in. But they have been stealing our members, as well as members of the other regions, enslaving and torturing them." Yiska finally stopped, looking in the distance. "The gods are also warring. But that is not our burden." Yiska looked at the stallion before him. Regret filled his eyes, knowing that this land would be plagued with war again. History always repeats itself. |
