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Cadence is a Unicorn-only fantasy role-play, I don't see that changing anywhere in the near future, but there is a possibility. It is element-based, meaning that each unicorn is gifted with either Earth, Water, Air or Fire (or a mix of both - or a few - depending on their heritage; please note that the more mixes in ones' lineage, the more diluted and less powerful the ability)

We are only very new and currently have 8 members. There is a major plot under-way, but we require a little more activity before it can start to take place; it will be called "The Mothers' Heir".



We offer:

• A beautiful, fresh layout;
• A unique plot line;
• A fun and comfortable environment;

Available for your interest:

• The current staff positions are available:

- Co-Admin;
- Global Mods;
- Board Mods;
- Graphics Designer.

(But please note that none of the above will be handed over lightly, and they cannot be auditioned for. You will be approached by the Admin if you are seen fit for the position. We look for things like activity, experience, skill and helpfulness.)
• Canon position are not yet available, they will be reserved for when the site is a little more active, so keep your eyes peeled.

The Plot ›› Cadence is the fruit of unwavering hope and overwhelming trust. It is a place born of the darkness, a light emerging from the shadows. When the world had fallen and civilization at a deathly still, an evil fell unto the land. The dark ocean swelled and engulfed each and every country of the world - it was the end of the land-dwellers. A wise, powerful old spirit returned to earth in the form of an angelic Unicorn. He took it into his own hands to bring life back to the land. After gathering every single ounce of his power and strength, he miraculously summoned an enormous mass of earth from the oceans' depth with his long horn. The strain required was immense and the old being could not manage such a task; age took its toll on him, sending him to his knees and into a slumber from which he would never awaken. The old spirits' mate, Farore, saw the whole thing and, still plagued by her grief, finished what her mate had started, adding life to the great mass of bare rock. With it, she gave life to four unicorns: Aiden of Fire, Evelyn of Wind, Orin of Earth, and Una of Water. She left the three fetus's to incubate in their elements, and passed away in a peaceful glade, content that she had successfully given life back to the world. Over-joyed, the spirits - eager to return to the physical world - reincarnated as small creatures that, over time would eventually develop and evolve. The four Unicorns - slowly expanding their unique race - began to develop secondary gifts that Farore had not intended, gifts that would only ever get stronger and more powerful with each new generation. full story >>

Many years ago, humans lived upon the lands of Arathorn. They lived in harmony with the horses and even some of the wild dogs that roamed the lands. Eventually after years of the tribes kindness and gratitude towards the animals, the horses and wolves became tame. The horses were used for both transport and for pets, they were cherished by all of the tribes of humans and were never once used as meat. The wolves were taught to never harm a horse and were used as hunting dogs set out into the forests to bring back some wild turkey or hogs. Everything on the island of Arathorn seemed peaceful at the time, the animals and humans lived quietly, no one even knowing that they had ever existed. But as the times turned modern problems begun to occur. Planes flew high above the lands, shaking the earth. Although no one had yet found the land it unnerved the humans horribly.

After years more of this they were extremely worried, trying to debate whether to leave. They had built several canoes in case an emergency occurred. And that happened. In the afternoon of a very normal day, a plane again flew over head, this time seemingly out of control. It plummeted towards the island, not stopping until it hit the ground, hard. There were no survivors on the plane but the humans of the land thought that the gods were furious at them. They began to pack up and leave, too afraid to go near the twisted corpse of the plane, which was in flames. Fuel leaked everywhere, fire caught, lighting trees. Soon a ripping forest fire was blazing through the island. Many animals, including the tame ones burnt to death. The tribes tried to save them, attempting to board horses on their canoes, but to no avail.

Only the wolves would fit. So in their great sorrow, the humans left their beloved horses behind, only managing to evacuate the wolves. As there canoes paddled away, the horses watched, hoping the humans would return. They were now completely tame and nibbled at the grass near the tribes home. They knew not where the spring filled with water was, so they began to search desparetely for the liquid of life, water. After many days they found the watering hole on the vast island of Arathorn, many horses ill from dehydration. The fire had burnt down all shade and the fuel had leaked and contaminated the water. As some horses drank they died a few days later, but most became mutated in a strange way from the fuel. It was an unexplainable phenomenon.

As the horses waited nearly a decade for their human families before they gave up, they became fully mutated, passing on their new weird genetics to foals. The horses had turned into around four different breeds. First there were the Jinto a horse that despite the fuel managed to remain perfectly normal. Second the Raythorn, a horse who had sprouted wings from the fuel. Third the Zenhorne horses who had grown a magnificent horn. And fourth the Iris, horses who were coloured in the most magnificent shades of colours from the rainbow or colours of silver, gold or bronze. The horses learned how to be wild, living peacefully for the most part.

Nearly one thousand years after the tribes left they still thrive, completely wild now, many generations of these magnificent abnormals thrive. They have long since forgotten their humans, it was as if they were never there. Humans have died out now and there existence has been forgotten. But even still, danger still lingers. Equines are splitting apart, some so horrible and retched that they live for killing, some so wonderful that they could not harm a fly, and finally some equines so confused that their personalities are mixed with horrible and friendly. A war is brewing, all the equines can feel it. Also the damage of pollution the humans left is still here, the island has not yet been contaminated by the coming smog. With the smog an influenza could break out, are the horses strong enough to live through this tragedy when in comes?


What makes Abandoned Special?

• Unique plot
  
• Experienced, fun admin.
  
• A chance to be staff, staff auditions are coming.
  
• There are still lots of terras.
  
• We are a literate role play, therefore we are great for experienced RPers.
  
• Admin is active and helpful.
  
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THE MENAGERIE!
a unique twist on humanity

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T H E N

It is the year 2300, and the world as we know is gone. It is a place that allows no imperfections; but of course when something isn't wanted, it rears it's often ugly head.

A dark secret was soon discovered; humans with the ability to shift forms into animals. Complete body changes; face, body, and internal organs. Only their mind remained.

The world rejected them. A world-wide extermination began, all adults and what children that were not put into hiding were killed. However, a group of scientists decided they wanted to preform experiments on these imperfect beings, and managed to capture all of the children of the exterminated adults.

So after two years in testing, the teens were put into an enclosure known as the Menagerie. Thousand and thousands of miles of huge, standard bullet and explosive proof glass, standing two layers thick, formed a beautifully exact square around the perimeters of the city. The inside hadn't been touched; only the enclosure was now climate controlled (the scientists could change the weather, seasons, anything they so desire). It was opened to the public eye to get appropriate funding. The scientists became what are known now as 'The Keepers'.

N O W

It has been two years now that the Menagerie has been fully functional, and slowly it has become noticeable that the distinct line between animal and human has been smudged for these poor children.

But that is another story in itself; what I have been instructed to write here today is something that borders the lines of unexplainable phenomena.

The Keepers had been working on yet another experiment, this time to cleanse the DNA of the morphing teenagers and to finally wipe out the gene responsible for this imperfection. Slowly, the DNA gene of the shifting abilities became something else entirely, and simply put - a mutation occurred.

The changes happened slowly, over time. With each passing week they grew more and more dramatic. Even when the children - still being held for testing - were in their human forms, the mutations began. Instead of skin they had fur, instead of noses, prominent snouts began to form. Fingernails grew into claws, and feet grew into paws and hooves (depending on the animal DNA locked inside). Most began growing tails, and soon these poor children were almost unrecognizable as humans. They had become anthropomorphs.

Basically, what this means, is that they became animals with humanistic qualities. Walking upright, talking, thinking logically - everything a human has, so do they - simply in a different form.

The original inhabitants of the Menagerie are engraged, and an all out war against the anthrhopopmorphics has begun.

SITE CREATED AND RUN BY MOURGE, PLOT IDEAS BY MOURGE OF THE MENAGERIE, 2007.