Poison an unique equine role play site} {inter+}

[Poison Administrator D]

Version I: The Beginning
Poison

[/size]


Drink It Slowly[/size]



How It Began;;[/size]

The world we live in now, was once ruled by the greatest of all evil, the ones who abused our Earth, and took everything for granted. They were known as humans. The gods were furious, so they cast out those who held the blame, and, in turn, made the Equines the ultimate species on Earth, replacing all humans.
The Gods treated all Equines like royalty, to ensure they would not betray the Earth and her Gods, just like the Humans did. There was a world created in order to keep the sanctuary and peace, of the Earth. This was given the name, the Spirit world and the Equines deemed worthy of alliegence, were given the right to rule the world, these were known as the leaders. The dwellers of the spirit world were favourable and never left this world, in which they found peace.
A Circle was created, and those Equines who held the upmost respect, were chosen carefully, to become leaders of the fabled Circle. The Circle leaders, were the Equines with the highest ranks, second to the Gods, and were looked up on by the Spirit Dwellers, who acted like their servants.
The Spirit Dwellers lived out their lives, more as spirits, than their true being. They were peaceful beings, never looking for harm to come to them or their world. Nor never causing harm against any outside being. The spirits were always around, should the need arise for their ultimate wisdom and help. The Gods could also be summoned upon, although only those who were worthy of their help, need request it, as any other help, would not be heard.
Mortal horses could not, and would not, be granted access to the Spirit World, unless a Circle Member was close enough, for them to be let in.
Herds were formed, and rebellions started, against the belief of the Spirit Dwellers. Lands were created, one being the lands of the Resistance. The Spartans were created, the Athenians created also. The Spirit world became isolated from reality, and the Rebels hid, not wanting to be part of such a petty war. They hid in their dwellings, some hiding for centuries, some for all of existance, not wanting to be confronted.
A peace treaty was signed between the Athenians and the Spartans. Although, this was only temporary, and can be broken with one slip of the knife.
It can happen
It will happen


It's only paper...


...and paper can be ripped

[/center]