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OOC: coming soon to a theater near you.

Life is funny how it works because it comes down to one little word: relative. That one little world defines our world, how we see, how it works, how every little gear that turns this planet daily works. And it is even more funny how these creatures can become to rigid because of this one little world. These little beings that we created come to think the world should see the way they do and no other way. They can't see passed their noses, and so they live in a box going through life trying to push their ways on others and implant their beliefs in their young. No one has to think that maybe all the other little creatures in this world think differently than them. No one. It's quite the sad story in truth because it divides them more into the 'good' and the 'evil'. It comes to every species, including this one known as equines. They themselves think their wars are so different, so complex when in fact they are the same and old as 'good' and 'evil'. So they divided into 'The Lights' and 'The Darks'. Some where along the line an equine thought 'why not be in the middle?'. An enlightenment maybe? Nope. Just another side claiming they are better because they aren't involved in the wars. They are 'neutral', but not really neutral because even they choose sides when it comes down to it. And to think this entire war could've been avoided if all they thought was that everyone thinks a little differently, but that is makes us mortal. This why each have a given set of values, morales, beliefs, or whatever you wish to call it. We do what we believe is for our better, whether it be defined as good or as evil. And this day would be no different. The King of the 'Lights' would come to the lake and await for the Queen to follow through as they discussed the war or whatever it may please them.

The clitter clatter of hooves scraping, clawing, at the stone's impenetrable exoskeleton without a second of hesitation or surrendering. Patches of muddily snow tossed itself into the air like an orca does a seal. Even a few innocent blades of greenery floated back to the ground only to wilt with the sun's morning rays. Only the low fog would protect, but even as the day warmed the grass would dry out till it turned to dust in the wind. But that the cycle of life, with the death of one creature comes the birth of another. Such is the way of shrubbery that carpets the stone like an old quilt. Small lilac bushes bloom with their delightful smells carried carelessly on the wind till it fills the valley hidden in the mountains with the pleasant smell. Mixed in with the wind is the scent of ancient pine sap from the purest conifers to exist on Equivation. Even the dew-drop grass sparkles with tiny rainbows when the sun's light hits it at just the right angle, much like a prism. The Kanpodiea scenery is wrapped around one large landmark, a lake as pure as the diamond of your dreams. Even the mud that lines the bottom seems to sparkle with an unmistakable feeling of paradise. To many this is a paradise, but to those who see the world is a little bit light find this to a hell created only for those who follow the path of a 'Light'. Yes, hidden among the clouds and high ledges is the Kingdom of the Royals whom have pledge their hearts to serving the better, or the good within this world. They themselves are just the opposite of a Dark Kingdom (Dempolira). And it would seem fit to be that way. For good and evil will always battle each other till the day one of them succeeds, but the day that one of them does succeed do they have no purpose in life. They were each created to be each other's purpose, and without a purpose there cannot be life. Which means when one succeeds there shall a Judgement Day.

The same tale has been spun, and his blood signed with a purpose to destroy all that he considers 'wrong'. Yes, he fiery mane and off-white body glimmer with pearls of sweat from a hard gallop up the steep slopes to his beloved kingdom and Queen. The peach hooves catch and lift him up the rocky sides while a piercing blue eyes light his way as he emerges from the shadows and burst into the light. His nares flare open to allow as much oxygen to enter his screaming lungs as possible. This perlino stallion strides across his land with pride and hefty burden. Down below, far below the clouds, his alliance by which he rules. Placed in a position of high expectations, you can tell it has been in his blood to define the right from the wrong by what he thinks should be right and should be wrong. There are no ands, ifs, or buts about it. Sure we are made up of both goods and evils but to Paralyzer you should be able to override that side and show your true colors. Those that are neutral have yet to make that decision, which is all fine and dandy to some degree. Even they though need to choose at some point.

in progress. SB too distracting..... >.>


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