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Post by crayonberry on Nov 26, 2008 22:51:49 GMT -5
The last thing anyone can remember is that there was a King. He ruled his island peacefully enough, and was known for not being overly discriminatory between the two races of horses; the Enmity, the crude, common horses, and the Acumen, the intelligent race. The Enmity was marked by a larger, more muscular body, and a simpler mind that hungered after bloodshed more than anything else. The Acumen, on the other hand, were a rarer and physically smaller specie that is accredited with acute intellect. It cannot be said that the King did not engage in the baser pleasures of the day; he supported the Enmity fighting rings just like everyone else, hunting for the emotional release that seeing violence brought to all the Enmity and the Acumen.
But the King did not force any of the Enmity to join in the sport of the fighting rings, which was a far cry from many of the other kings in the area. Many of the other territories revolted from under their current rulers and joined the King’s nation. It was something of a golden age, when violence was sought after in a sophisticated fashion.
It didn’t last long.
The King fell ill, and was unable to pick a successor from among his children. As all good fairy tales began, he told them to try and prove themselves to be the best possible new ruler. They set out to do so, in the only way they knew how, the only way that could possibly please their father; violence. They drafted soldiers from among the Enmity and formed private armies, and set out to wage war.
The kingdom had been as peaceful as a sadist community could ever have been before the wars began. They washed over all of the King’s lands, sweeping up both the Enmity and the Acumen. Sides were chosen, and blood was spilled on an hourly basis. The King, while he loved violence, did not like the complete upheaval of society as he had known it. The whole of his lands was split; each area following one of his children. Displeased, the King decreed that anyone who could reunify his lands and put back the traditions that had once been so rigorously followed was his true successor.
By the time the King had passed away, none of his descendants had fulfilled his challenge. The horses of his kingdom were possibly even more divided then they had been before, with even the Acumen that were not related to him joining in on the battle for the throne with their own gangs of Enmity.
Now, hundreds of years later, the wars still rage on. No end is in sight, and the previously sophisticated society has fallen into a pit of senseless violence for only a vague purpose.
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