Equidem: Dark Equine
Equian: Light Equine
Equilon: Loner Equine - Coming soon!


Lush vegetation prospered in the lands of what used to be known as Derigo, a large clear creek bubbling along, feeding the realm with its supplements. A small harem thrived on the lands offerings, treating their home with deep respect that elders had enthralled them with. One lead stallion kept watch over his small, beloved band of mares. Four resided within the herd, one foal thrown in the mix. However, soon the band dwindled back donw to three, as disease capture the foal's life, sending the band into devastation.
Winter rolled along, plucking the trees bare and sending the grasses away until spring. That winter was harsh, nothing left but the creek flowing under a thick sheet of ice. One mare suffered of starvation, the other mare and stallion on the verge of death as well. Luck was on their side, as well as God as they lived to see spring and were blessed months later with a healthy, strong foal. Bound to their cherished valley, the trio stayed within its invisible fence, but others did not stay out come fall.
A herd of demonic equines raided the valley, cursing the lands and killing the lead, raping the mare before her murder. A grim figure had watched the brutaility take place, enjoying the scene before him. He ordered for them to take the foal, train him for their ways. If he did not take to the taste of death, and feel rapture every time a crime comitted, he would too, be killed.
The young tike was called 'NoName', ironic huh? He was assigned a mentor, soon to upgrade to the leader himself. Slowly but steadily, NoName took to the religion this herd had taught him, but something pulled at him, calling him away from the herd he had tied up in.
Sent out on his first assignment at two years of age, he ventured near his old home, that ancient love electrifying him, pulling him dangerously close to its enticing riches. He tore himself away, but when the summer season rolled around a year later, he found himself inside the valley, memories flourishing, revelry taking place inside of him. The love for his old land was to strong for him to exit....
A search party was commanded to scan the lands for the wretched fool, and once they found him, he was slaughtered. As he was being put to death, he mouthed silent words, forbidden sayings emptying from his chambers. Hell and heaven were about to unleash their fury...
An immense herd inhabited Derigo, but everyone had started calling it EquusFlaw, a fit name for everything that had occured in the past... Young stallions would venture here, hope overwhelming their sense to listen to the warnings of the elders, for the curse NoName had put upon the realm was triggered whenever a hoof was planted upon its litho.
Finally the rumors made the lands scarce of anything living except for the still lush vegetation and bubbling creek. Years passed, and weathering and erosion created more landforms and rivers, lakes, etc. Soon once the land was at full bloom, equines began moving in once more.
This was a new generation of equines, never having heard of what an omen the lands could be. Another part of the 'spell' had been that fear needed to be put into the hearts of equines. However, since no fear lingered, the curse was no longer bestowed.... or.. perhaps it still is?