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Welcome to Element of Desire where the mind is challenged to determine what is real and what is a figment of your imagination. EOD is a site that has gone through many changes over the years and we hope you will find our new and improved version of EOD to your liking! Everyone is invited to join and encouraged to! Although we are still in the making, we hope to bring EOD back to the popular site it once was and with your help, we can achieve that.
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ROITERRE .xx. Who Will Reign? « Result #1 on Jan 3, 2010, 8:21pm »
Roiterre
A Little Summary Fifty score years ago, our earth was a system of class. Each class was unique, core, and always changing. Out of the chaos before, things were falling into places.
This world was captivating, social, and a time of fantastic changes. My mission is to take you back into this time, so that the world is captivating, social, and ever changing. Enjoy. :]
Some Incentives -Countless power positions available (feudal lord, guild master, king, court official, etc) -A class for everyone. There are strategic knights, powerful nobles, social peasants, and innovative guildsmen. Take this quiz to learn just what you might want to be! -An admin who is nearly always online and is very sexy -Many ways to earn your place in the world of Roiterre! -A shop where you can buy many spifftastical things. -A complex way of running the site that integrates statistics as well as role-play to keep things realistic and awesome. -SPONTANEOUS EVENTS -200 word minimum
Undonted, Undarring, Unwanted Uncarring, He stood on the hill top, Starring
Joined: Aug 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 3 Location: On Angels Wings Karma: 1
Re: Deeply. Madly. Truly. « Result #2 on Dec 28, 2009, 6:07pm »
At the sound of a voice Vejshwyre froze his playful antics, his long gangly form stiff and awkward legs spread wide he looked like a startled deer. For a moment his wide dark eyes showed a flicker of life behind them as his nostrils flared and the dust he'd been kicking up slowly settled on to his splotchy frame. But as the air cleared slightly his eyes came to rest on the horse that had spoken to him and the light of awareness that had lit behind his eyes, faded and died once more. He blinked, foggily at the other horse, staring unseeing at him with eyes that saw and were blind, listening with ears that would hear and never understand.
There was an awkward silence as the air cleared of the red dust and Vejshwyre stared as if seeing though this new comer. His dreamworld broken, his stray thoughts brought suddenly back to reality it was hard for the gray stallion to concentrate. So he stood frozen in place, his wondering mind lazily trying to remember; was this part of his dream, did he know this other being, what was it, had it spoken, what had it said . . . ? The thoughts were jumbled and confused, all questions, no answers, in this foggy place he could remember very little, understand even less. And yet . . .
Vejshwyre blinked his huge glazed eyes, tilting his head to one side, he leaned for ward to be nearly nose to nose with the other red horse. This motion was strangely show and dream like as if he had to think very hard to perform this simple act. Then gazing with those wide unseeing eyes he said in a voice as soft and drawn out as a ghosts, “Oh, hello. Did you lose yours too? I think I stepped on it, I am sorry to have gotten you all wet. I am . . . I am . . .”
But here he struggled and frowned, unable to recall that one thing. “Oh I suppose I don't remember my name.” This he said with perfect cheerfulness a gentle smile returning to his face.
If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing...
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Re: Deeply. Madly. Truly. « Result #3 on Dec 28, 2009, 5:35pm »
ALKOTRAZ
Deeply. Madly. Truly.
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Every breath was agony to me. I inhaled dust and whatever else was floating around in the still, dry air. It stung my delicate sensatory system and I winced with every lungful of acerbic air. More and more things about this place were crawling their way under my skin, aggravating me and making things worse than they originally started. I kept noticing things – things that just bugged me. Maybe I shouldn’t be he—”UFF!” A lungful of caustic air was forced out of me as something large and… quite solid… crashed into my side, making me stagger.
Air evaded me as I tried to inhale the pungent stuff and regain my breath, but all that I gained was a couple hollow wheezes. Temporarily I forgot about the thing that had struck me; I was too busy worrying about why I couldn’t breathe. Finally after several more gasps I was ‘blessed’ with a lungful of smutty air. I couldn’t have been more grateful. I took a few more lungfuls of air, testing to see if it was going to try and escape me again. Satisfied that the air won’t try to play that kind of trick on me again for at least a little while, a flicker at the back of my mind made me remember that something had struck me. It took me a minute to process the thought. I half-heartedly looked in the direction of where the thing had come from and immediately regretted what I saw.
What stood before me was a joke; and it took the form of a hoary grey stallion. He was slender from scar laden hark to red dusted hoof, but this was not what made his existence so hilarious to me. It was his countenance. I could tell he viewed this hell bent world the way an innocent child would – not aware of what this place was capable of. He also carried himself the way a child would, the way someone would who had never had anything bad occur in their simple life… o, lucky him.
Since the last thing I wanted was company, especially that of a happy-go-lucky moron, I lifted my head arrogantly and snarled in the most harsh tone I could manage, though of course, it came out more like a strangled choke, ”Watch where you’re going, Moron!” I flared round crescents and pulled my lean legs under me in a squared stance and flagging my ashen banner, trying to look as intimidating as possible.
A life alone is a life unlived …but an unlived life is all I own.
Undonted, Undarring, Unwanted Uncarring, He stood on the hill top, Starring
Joined: Aug 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 3 Location: On Angels Wings Karma: 1
Re: Deeply. Madly. Truely. « Result #4 on Dec 28, 2009, 4:14pm »
All was red and crimson in this place. Hot and dusty, dry and drab. The air was thick and humid and the temperature quite high though the sun was making a slow decent to the western horizon. Ash and dust wafted about to choke the lungs and stifle the breath. There was no moisture to be had, nothing green, nothing alive; the air was heavy dry, like that of an oven, lacking all compassion, sapping all energy, strength will out, leaving the world acrid, empty, nothing but sand and heat and toxic air. All was still and blackened and dead, as though a great fire had burned here for so long a time as to completely destroy any hope of any life retuning. No green, non at all, but red sand, dust, blood red, bright and burning hot to the touch. It was a place that devils and dragons could call home. But to a innocent mind, lost and alone in more than just physical being, it was a play ground. This is a magical place where the ground, the sky, even the trees, were the wrong color, red and black and gray.
Vejshwyre, in his shining dapple gray coat looked quite out of place in this landscape. He, however, cared little for the dismal land around him, in his blissful innocence he cantered about kicking up the red sand, playing amongst the chard trees. He whinnied and laughed, charging about to tag imaginary friends, chasing his shadow, and roweling about in the red dust coloring himself pink. He was like a bright star in a sea of sorrow and waist. He would not, or could not, see the depressing world about him, all he saw was beauty, wonder, new and bright things, nothing was wrong with this world. Vejshwyre was eternally in his own wonderland, a long lost traveler, trapped in his mind, kept blissful only because of his own bleak tragedy which his mind hid from him.
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Warrior Cats the RPG: Rising to the Challenge {LB} « Result #7 on Dec 20, 2009, 8:37am »
warrior cats :: 4 years :: 4,000 members :: 500,000 posts
The agony...
In a shaded valley shrouded by monoliths of stone, Bloodclan flourishes in tyranny and bloodshed, torturing captives while planning their next attack upon innocents.
Factions of rogues are spreading into a network of evil, connecting with one goal in mind: prosper, at the expense of everyone else.
The apathy...
Riverclan suffers waves of civil war; Thunderclan and Sunclan bicker at their borders. The Tribes' entwined conflicts carry on in the midst of the harshest winter to strike the land in the elders' memories. Change may come, as clans and Tribes talk of crushing Bloodclan's stronghold. But they have to find them first...
The ecstasy.
Far away, a visionary kit who led a group of beaten-down prisoners to freedom knows a higher power exists, which most of her rogue society ceased to believe in: Starclan. She tells her people their ancestors will save them from a war of thousands.
Her sister has already planned out all of their deaths.
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Warrior Cats the RPG is an AU roleplay open to all levels and all types. With between 150 and 200 members active daily, you'll always have someone to roleplay with. Our storylines range from the lighthearted and comical to dramatic and grim...cute kittens, death and more... And our staff as well as members are on hand daily to help you out and get you started!
Join the revolution, loner...before it catches up with you.
If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing...
Joined: Nov 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 6 Location: Far Far Away... Karma: 3
Deeply. Madly. Truly. « Result #8 on Dec 18, 2009, 4:28am »
ALKOTRAZ
Deeply. Madly. Truly.
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Everything was still. Too still. A dying sun far off to the west bled red light over an already red world, saturating everything it could touch, and where it couldn’t reach, long sable shadows hid, and grew… and grew. Thick skeletal trees stood in silent solitude; each trying to tell their own sick stories but all that was heard were the creaks of their dead limbs and the occasional rattling of dead leaves as a stealthy wind disturbed them. Brutal wind was more ordinary than common in this hell bent land but today there was a rare absence of its moaning and howling, leaving everything bizarrely still and demented looking. In this windblown absence a winding pair of prints in the crimson sand were able to exist. They zigzagged around colossal trees and over fallen logs, and every hundred paces or so it looked as if the possessor had struggled for some god-unknown reason. Upon following these twisting tracks something far more interesting was revealed…
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Welcome to hell… The words repeatedly crossed my thoughts in a kind of irritating blur. Everything here annoyed me the kind of way and itch you couldn’t scratch would. I knew exactly why I had ended up here and as much as this place aggravated me it was where I had chosen to be. I was seeking my usual solitude, and here was the only place I thought I could find it. I tried not to think about why I ‘craved’ isolation, or about the loneliness gnawing away at my soul; I just focused on putting one hoof in front of the other… out of nowhere something grabbed at my tresses, yanking my cranium backwards. I cursed under my breath as I stumbled and acted as to free my dark tresses with a few good yanks away from the gnarled branch that had snagged them. After leaving a nice clump of ebony tresses still tangled in the branch I snarled and continued walking, mentally noting how that was the 9th branch that had snagged me since I’d been here. How did I not notice them before they grabbed me? Guess it was just my luck…
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He continued on his seemingly endless way, moving as if the devil himself were at his heels. He stood out against everything around him for he was the only thing that moved in this dead land. Maybe if he were to stay still like the rest of the world he would forever go unnoticed, for he bore a coat as red as blood - but taking up residency was not his way. He was a wanderer. A vagabond.
A life alone is a life unlived …but an unlived life is all I own.
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| elemental horse rpg | « Result #9 on Dec 15, 2009, 6:15pm »
The Ancients have left us and only the powers of the living may save the world…
Nearly a century has passed since the Ancients left Hoof Prince to become dust and the land has felt the pain of their absence. Those who cling onto the belief that the Ancients will return to bring peace to the land are now countered by new deities who promise to give the believers power beyond their wildest imaginations. Now, as the residents of Dominico make their homes here, the equine of Hoof Prince step back as names like Brighton, Rencor, Altus, and Elyria replace the names of the Ancients. Kingdoms have formed under the power of the equine blessed by the gifts of the deities, but how long can this world remain in this fragile balance? How long before an Ancient turns the tables?
Combining the elements of Dominico with the history of Hoof Prince, a new world is brought to you. Walk among the Elementals, attempt to become the most powerful. Become the greatest before the greats of the past come to haunt you.
Requirements A 1024x768 resolution or higher Intermediate/advanced RPG skills Imagination
WITHERING TALES; phase iii: falling out « Result #10 on Dec 6, 2009, 2:15pm »
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Your Venture Will Begin... Stars are out, you are rolling down a desolate highway, Man carting you to your next house of horrors. What do you do? What can you do? Tethered to this rolling stall, your head is encased in an old nylon halter. Hope seems slim, but, not upon this highway. Not for this equine. You are lucky enough to be shipped down Unlucky Highway 95, your freedom bringer. It isn't much longer now, when the debris from other crashes begins to intervene with your path. The men in the truck attempt to regain control of the steadily untamable Ram. It is only moments later, you find yourself outside your metal cell, eyes wild as they watch the truck and trailer burst into flames that slowly make its way to the forest to your left. You can flee here, but you find it to dangerous. You look to your right, and all you see are mountainsides, to steep to climb with no crags for shelter. Your only option, is down, with the rest of the mountainscape. Gathering your bravery, your hooves launch you into a frenzied gallop, and you begin through the woods. Yet, your troubles to do not end here... As you pass the railing on the side of the highway, the blackness of the night engulfing its contentments, but now you can see... nothing. Your hooves rapidly churn the air, looking for something to grab hold to. Nothing. You fall, rolling down the nearly vertical wall, your bruised body crashing against trees and rocks, until you suddenly black out, and your body remains stationary....
In the Land of Withering Tales As you reopen your eyes, your vision is blurry, you cannot make anything out. Your head throbs with pain, and a rather large knot has placed itself right under your right ear. Trying to stand, you find yourself to weak. Is it from lack of food and water from the humans? Was it the fall? Only you know... Attempting once more to look around you, you blink your eyes repeatedly, slowly forms around you gaining mass. This is when you notice... There is another. A palomino stud is standing not to far off, and seems to have been here all night. The stallion is halflinger in breed, and appears to have been wild for sometime. Are you drawn to him by your mare-like desires? Or do you find him a threat, for he is another stallion? Either one you pick, you mutter, "Where am I?" The stallion seems shocked by your sudden verse, and walks up to you, assisting you in standing. He replies, "You aren't from around here are you? By your bruises, I had guessed you were from Man's world." Having not answered your question, you grow more frustrated as it is painful to stand, and the heat beaming from the sun is causing your sticky body to sweat. This stud realizes your irritability, and continues, “Why, you are in the lands in which Ferdinand the Light and Nathanial the Dark made dispute and fell, where their alliances to this day fight for their loyalties. You are, in the land of Withering Tales." Finishing, the stallion nods his head to you and asks if you need any further help. You brush him off, and he kindly says farewell, then retires deeper into the belly of the forest.
The journey is here, and the locals and new comers are waiting.
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