It's springtime once again in DF, a great letup from the blizzards and freezing temperatures of winter. Actually, the weather could probably be considered the exact opposites with warm temperatures and tropical breezes. There are few rainstorms here and there but no lacking severe enough to cause a drought, spring is acting more like early summer then late winter this year.
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Misty Massacre Royal Dark Territory DARK KING: Solo DARK QUEEN: none
This combative and aged topography is stocked with swamp land and easy places to snap a limb. A thick fog is often settled over the lands, making it difficult to see. Some say that after living here for so long, they get used to it and are able to detect anything through the mist. Beneath the mucky land, two equine corpses are hidden, who were previously the dark royals. This territory has now passed many years since the death of the royals. The kings spirit was heard for the longest time before the devil finally took him in. Don't let the darks fall again. If you are one of the darkest equines of Dream Fields, this is the place for you.
Drop Point Cliff Ashen mist flows freely here and covers the cold terrain with a stealthy cover that many get pulled under and never seen again. Ancient trees, tall and wide, stretch their naked boughs toward the heavens like beggars on a lonely road praying for a god that doesn't exist. The skies themselves are always covered with pale ash clouds and gales and thunderstorms are common here. Foliage only brushes the very top of the soil and is thin and hard, just enough for a mouthful. A black creek snakes it way throughout the forboding land but watch out, snakes find its banks a delightful resting spot. At the very end of the creek is a staircase, covered with vines and the longest thorns imaginable and next to the narrow stone staircase is one of the largest of the trees and inside of it lives the ruler of this terrain, Razor Kissed Wrists. Hollowed out on the inside and nothing but a small pool of crystal water and patches of grass decorate the private qarters which are hidden with a ivy curtain that grows on the tree around. As you walk up the dark stone stairs you find yourself hearing a crashing noise, growing louder with each step until you finally reach the highest peak of Dream Fields and look down upon the unforgiving sea and her waves breaking upon the sheer sides, white and greenish grey foam flying upwards to kiss your lips. Look down upon the jagged rocks at the bottom friend, and see the blood of those who have proved themselves traitors. Your steps should be light as a feather here.
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Rigid Rapids These lands are split in half by the raging rapids of Dream Fields. At points the water drops to 20 feet and dagger like rocks protrude from the water's white surface. Although on either side of the dangerous water there lies grass, but water is in the minimum and some dare to drink from the froth.
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