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Post by x_Eistia_x on Jun 29, 2007 11:40:26 GMT -5
Imagine this.
There was once a world with horses that towered above humans. The biggest weighed thousands of pounds, the smallest hundreds. They had no specialties, no powers. They were just your ordinary horses. The human species, a horse's master, all but destroyed the earth with their machines and wars. Over time, all but the best horses vanished.
Now, the horses that survived were the strongest, smartest, and hardiest of them all. They evolved over time to be much smaller. The humans had long since destroyed themselves and many of the horse's predators. There was no harm that came to them. The horses, now only fairy- or pixie-sized, were gifted with special powers from the Horse Gods. Some were given wings, some horns; some could bend different elements to their will. The young breed of pixie-horses called their world not Earth, but Masalia.
Welcome to their world.
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