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Description:Lavender Meadow is a large meadow in the bowl of many mountains.There is a sheltered forest to the North-East for sleeping and to the west is a crystal lake.Long grasses and wild flowers cover the ground but the most common flower is lavender.There are few dangers in this place,unless you get on the wrong side of the local deer and water birds.

Lead faerie:Heather
Lead knight:
The sprites and pixies:

The sun warms the sands and the ocean breathes a freshness into the air. This seaside terra has glittering white sands. The seawater kisses the sparkling shore where shallow-humped sand dunes are spiked with salty, sweet beach-grasses. On the beach, a large boulder sits, guards its small bit of shade, and hides sun-hot horses from the glaring midday heat from time to time. Nearby, the sands quickly changeover into greenery. Thick grasses and shrubs give variety of diet and scenery. The territory's main source of fresh water is a crystal clear pool of water in the shrubbery and thickly grown grass.

Lead Stallion: Bezdomny
Lead Mare:

The name of this place pretty much says itself. This is a total fairytale grounds. Everything is possable here and here you are allowed to dream. This land has everything you need. The wide open field filled with sun. Waterfalls to cool down after a long sunny day and the mistical forest that can be fun to make up stories for. Everything about this place is old. Mysterious but in a good way. The happy and the light is allways what shines through this place. Everyone that would like to enter here are welcome to do so. This place is friendly and it takes everyone in.


Lead God: Draumur
Lead Godess: none right now

Misty Meadow is a large meadow with a few rolling hills and a warm stream that runds through them. The stream is so warm that it causes mist to rise from the stream and create a foggy look to the lush green lands. The sky is open and free to the members of this herd. Storms are easy to come by in these parts because of all the moisture in the air around them.

Lead Stallion: Thunder
Lead Mare: Pandora

Emerald Valley is a lush green valley, it has a long, fresh river flowing through it, and lush, long emerald green grass all year round. It has a few sparse patches of tree's, but other than this, there's very little shelter from the sun, making it very hot when it's sunny. The edge of the lands are marked with a thick forest, but it's unsafe to venture into.

Lead Stallion:
Bolt
Lead Mare:
N/A

The forest radiates an unearthly quality. Almost eerie is the manner in which it exhibits its silent facade, though if one developed the nerve to tread past its ominous border they would discover nothing but pure, untainted tranquility. An ease is created by the trees' close embrace, providing unfeigned security and refuge. Various ponds scatter the wood, bestowing a cool drink to the parched lips of any who seek their waters. An even more prominent lake lies pleasantly to the north, veiled by a perimeter of willows. The realm is undoubtedly a sanctuary for those who covet affable company and a genuine sovereignty.

Alpha:
Alphess: Nyx

As commented by Black Lightning, "There's something wrong about them." And yet, they were just right for her to claim. The sky is constantly filled with dark, black clouds that block out all light. On the off chance you see the moon, it's a blood red color, crystal clear and big in the starless skies. The rolling, curving hills are topped with dead, black roses. Petals from their stems constantly flitter by your face in the wind, so fragile that they break before they hit the ground again. The weather here is never extreme - exluding the winters. The Summers and Springs are filled with warm weather and breezes, and if the lands are lucky Spring bring much needed rain. Fall is slightly chilled, with cold winds and temperatures. In Winter, snow falls heavily, blanketing the ground in a white sheet. The cold is almost unbearable without shelter, but the caves to the West are warm. Nestled in the middle of the lands is a large, black lake. It's smuggled between four hills that are very steep and dangerous. On one side, however, is a very small bank where about two grown horses could stand - or roughly four foals. Trees rarely dot the horizon, and grass can be found beneath the flowers and groups of shrubs and bushes.


Alphess ---->
Black Lightning
Alpha ---->
Yet To Be Discovered

What lays in the dark lands of Expedir you ask? Absolute desolation. What accompanies you as you step upon the desert soil? A sense of foreboding. Like you're meeting your match in a duel ; or dancing 'pon the edge of sanity that seems to swing like a pendulum. These lands are desert. One of the harshest environments for entities of such nature that need constant supply of flora and a steady stream of water to quench the thirst that is provoked from the endless tyranting of the summer-like heat that seems to never lax in intensity. The vegetation is sparse on these lands - the dry grasses that do cover the topsoil covered with burrs that stick to your limbs or thorns that cause intense pain when stepped upon. These inhabitants learn their nutrition comes from the mesquite trees and other desert trees that accompany the ecosystem. Although it seems flat - the abrupt cliff of a dried riverbed or one that seems to dip into a canyon can lead to your demise. So be careful stepping - for even a false movement can prove your demise.
The sun beats relentless against your skin which beads and lathers with sweat ; rolling from your shoulders and haunches in frothing undulates that seep down your limbs and scour the parched earth with the salty liquid. If horses could pant, your tongue would be dragging the Earth. But even if you manage to somehow thrive in this environment ; you must also worry about the other local residents. Things that are described in horror films and can kill an 1,000 pound animal with one injection of their potent venom. They have no qualms about over-riding your own diaphragm - for when you come here, it is not yours anymore. It belongs to the spinning sphere beneath you ; grynating not even in the King's direction of choice. For of course only a dark entity could inhabit this treacherous lands. The lord who knows why the breeze carries the strong aroma of decay and death upon their warm tides. Why they continue to pepper your body and continue to call to you in an eerily familiar voice of some beloved. Is it the Patriarch, or the haunted souls that mock this barren wasteland?







Overlord: Saint's Art

Description: Even if it is midday, the amount of light that reaches the ground is little. There always seems to be clouds overhead threatening to rain, but hardly ever doing so. As you walk deeper you realized that there is no path, and the trees just get bigger. Soon you are hopelessly lost. Than you reach a large clearing, in the far corner there is a wide stream, with clear water running through it. The meadow has the only edible grass in the forest, even if it is gray. The giant dead trees offered a little cover from the elements. But some cover is better than none.
The land was a maze, that once in, unless you knew your way out, you would be hopelessly lost. The only logical thing to do was to stay in the meadow. The air had a feeling of hopelessness. It might have something to do with all the tress being gray or dead. If you walked to the nearest one and tilted your head back, from the ground you couldn't see the sky. The trees branches overlapped with the others creating a barrier from the sky. There is no noise, which is strange, usually in a forest you would here birds calling or small animals running through the grass. But here it is as quiet as a grave. A slight breeze moves the dead branches and than it is silence again.

Lead Hellion: Conan
Lead Huntress:

In everybodies life there is a turn. Turn to something extreme and unspokeable. That turn can be good or it can be bad. Those who seek here in this forbidden place got bad turn out of their life. Something unexpected and unwanted. Those are the hardcore equines that think they can live through the rocked world of the glacier place. The darkness and the cold is what overtakes this place at winter time. Making it unbearable to live in. Nothing about it is good and it is hard to live here. Death is usual here and only the most hardcorest equines will ever live here. Though at the summer time it‘s okey. Filled with alot of rain though but not as cold. Yet at summer night the temperature can drop extremly low. Reykjavik‘s Island is clearly and island. Almost all around is water. The pure dark ocean that this place is filled with. But a little path is headed to the main land, letting the equines that live here to pass the main lands. Equines don‘t enter her unwelcome. The ruler of this place has trust issue on high standard and will kick everyone out that don‘t deserve to live in this forbidden but breathtaking place. Don‘t hold your breath though or you might not survive this place.

Ruler: Elva
& she rules alone