.:Wild Hearts:Running Free:. -- Comments, Suggestions, and OOC

Once, in the land of wild hearts lived thoughs of good, of the light. The rulers, Storms Lonesome Glory and Irish Rose. The lands had been uninhabited for years, worn by the sands of time and bitter lonliness. In these lands the pair of young lovers made their home, welcoming the cold and lost wanders who happened by. With open arms they welcomed thoughs who needed shelter and it was here that they gave life to thoughs who had thought to have none and to a little one who was to be an important part of their plans. The apple of their eye, the dear Storms Rose. There was something, however, that Storm could not anticipate. The arrival of his brother Death by Night. Now, his arrival was much a mystery. Not since he was young had Storm seen his brother. One thing to know about Death was his attitude. That cold, unfeeling dominating personality. Not to say he was evil. Oh no, I don't think you could ever say anything is really evil, so to speak. No, he was just what you'd call a jerk, a bully. His precense and claim of a land sent all into a sense of restless unease. This unease grew stronger when Deaths plague of pilaging was sent into the hordes of equine inhabitants. Stealing mares and filling them with misery and inflincting pain upon families was his favorite means of torment. Along with this he took a queen. This was none other than the beautiful Beautiful Rebellion. Upon her he cursed his first, and only son, Black Renigade. Once he had been born, lived a year she suddenly disapeared. This, to the contrary, was not a good idea. Under the rule of his father he learned his bitterness, his malice. Once he had turned 3 he had been fully transformed and Death could saftly say that he was proud of his princeling. It was now that Storm became nervous. With a second of them their was nothing stopping them from doing even more harm on the kingdom he and his love had worked so hard to keep together. Now was the time to act. Now it had been the time. In the dark of a quiet, still July night he struck. His plans were foiled with the protection upon the son by his father. In the end the fight resulted in the death of his brother and the escape of his son. Though Storm felt no real affectionit brotherly love for his sibling he felt horrible, as though he had really cared. Perhaps deep down he did. He fled home, telling his dear Irish Rose of the news and they wept together, for it is a sin to kill
One thing had not been told. What happened to Death by Night's dearest and only progeny? Well, in the battle he fled in fright, running off into the misty darkness. Fled far and made for the western deserts, thoughs farthest from his own homelands. Where is he today you might ask? We'll search for him if you like, feel free. In the night you can see him and his moon shaped star on his forhead, floating like a beakon through the night. He's looking for anyway to cause trouble. Anyway to seek revenge on his fathers murderer, though he dosn't even know who did it. All he knows is the deep voice, the golden coat and the relentless intent. His only thought is of revenge. Will he get it and who will help him? You decide your fate and it is in yout choices that the fate of your fellows will be decided. Will you run wild and free? Survive the elements and live true to your heart?

Wild Hearts