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Beach sand covers the whole ground, tropical trees and plants scattered across the landscape. The sun beats warmly down on the scenery, basking in the laping ocean side that tickles the coast. Here is where a lead goes to find a mate.

Out in the shallow ocean waters with the firm sea sand beneath, the Sun is almost always shinning here. A large rock stands in the center, inside a cave for privacy, though it's still fetlock deep in the water. Here is where you come to mate. Lone females, beware, there are forcers.

The only sign that human life does exist, though it was abandoned. A salt water river cuts through tall sea grass, flowing beneath a covered bridge. Here, mares can give birth in the security of the tall grasses.

Changeling, a word that describes a stolen child. This is the forest of youth who have stolen away. Pines, spruce and willow trees grow in this little area, and youth are completely safe as the branches are low enough to only allow a child or small creature in.

Another rolling meadow, though the grass is yellow and the mountains are ice capped that surround it on three sides. A small pond is in the center. This is a females only area, where the ladies can catch up on gossip from other lands.

This terrain isn't named, because the surface features are constantly changing so no one knows what it is. One day, it can be a meadow, the next, it could be a desert. Here is where all species from any clan can come to gather.

The crack in the Earth, a bit of hell left over from the earthquake. A deep trench, with a slope leading down to the bottom and lava boiling hot in spots. This is where one would go to fight.

In the middle of the square created by the prison cells lies the mess hall. Here, thin and unsatisfying grass grows along with tainted water. Prison guards stand for each tribe in the corner, watching the slaves for signs of trouble.

A gory prairie set off where none will see it unless they seek it out. The grass is stained a gruesome blood color, forever the puddles to soak the ground. Here, one comes to die, whether through suicide or battle.

You all hear of it the mythical stair way to heaven. Well, those who see of their loved ones know the false hood to the 'stair way' prospect. There is no stairwell at all, but rather a long bridge. A mortal can only stay on the other side of the bridge for 3 days before they either most return to the world of the living, or they become a spirit themselves. the exception to this rule, are the spirit's living slaves...

Those forgotten remain forgotten... But they live together with other forgottens, in hopes of finding themselves again...

This is where Most of the Ghosts live. The land is full of many different type of lands, suiting the four tribes, and they all have learned to live in harmony.

This is where the mortal world and the afterlife world co-exist. Prayers are said from here, in hopes that the love one is in their parallel.

This is where the Gods live, be careful if you decide to come this way. They aren't always so friendly.

The Cave is the Feared One's personal cells. The ceiling of the cave is rotting and always dripping, a smell of decay always present. Slaves are thrust behind an iron gate, sometimes forgotten, with very little necessary means of survival to help them get by. Many end up emancipated... or dead...

Lush green hills that rise and fall smoothly, the sun hugging each and every curve of the lands. Trees grow along the eastern side, their limbs reaching high up into the sky and marking the greatness of this tribe, with a nifty stream carving through the ground. The stream runs a deep silver, you can't see the bottom beneath this water, but you can see everything else reflected. No worries, the water is perfectly healthy to drink.

Now this is what I call a piece of heaven! The meadow stretches far and wide, lush green grass and wild flowers covering the manny rising and falling hills that slope the terrain along with a shimmering river. Surrounding the forest, much like the Feared One's lands, is a dense forest, though it is bright and alive with green trees and sparkling shines throughout. One section remains clear, creating a passageway into the land.

A high mountainous ridge, very rocky and jagged. One would find it difficult to thrive in such a terrain, yet others find it suits them perfectly. Go on, give it a try, if you're tough enough.

Where the mountains dip and the sea begins. Engmosa rises up. A vast plain full of tall, yellow grass. Though the lands are slowly falling apart. Yes, the grass is still yellow, but the bountiness is going down. The demonic souls are killing the few trees a causing it to become more like a graveyard. Mist is slowly creeping its way into the lands. Lightly covering the ground. All that remains well is the yellow grass peaking out of the dense fog and mountains.

Like most prairies,Enyst is full of grass, few trees, and a rising mountain is set off to the back. The grass is yellow in some places, lush in others. The trees are set off, high in the mountains, with few down in the prairie. The only water source is off down a steep incline, where a jagged river rushes through the lands, strong enough to carry away a yearling.

A marshland that has much water running across the surface. The grounds are soggy, and you often sink to your knees or hocks. There's enough water to drink, though.

The grounds are covered with fog, so you can't see where you step. Whenever you step, you can hear the breaking of bones beneath your hooves, yet you can't see it. Trees, all dead, rise everywhere and mist hangs heavy in the sky. This mist is unlike the magical ones, this one is said to be deadly and suck all good spirit out of ones soul. It's fabled that the ground below is tripped up with roots, yet no one ever trips because of the bones that litter the ground.

Shaped like a stocking, Bursuli is a peninsula that juts out into the ocean and connects to the other two Tribe of Eternal Darkness lands. Surrounded on each side by ocean water, seagrass grows where the beach sand rises into mounds, and farther beyond that, eatable food lies.