Today's season is Summer. Breeding is NOT ALLOWED. Thank you.

Welcome to Arklys, the land of castles.

Arklys used to be beautiful and lush, such a lovely place. Teeming with people and castles, kings and nobels, it was the center of an unknown world. There was a population boom, due to a good crop. Then, plague struck. It had come from England...it caused black spots, ashy skin. They called it The Ash. England knew it as the Black Plague.

Suddenly, with no warning, everyone died. So the land began to morph and change. The ridges and valleys deepened and grew, producing these vast areas. Everything changed as the centuries flew by. Before anyone could discover this lost civilization, a creature did.

This creature was not normal, it was sprouted from the earth beneath Arklys. It was a monster, a hideous beast. The birds called it Diablo, for they swore it was the devil. The reptiles dubbed it Lucifer, for it was like the devil. The rodents named it Tres, for the three three three, the son of the devil.

This monster took over, slaying the creatures of Arklys. Blood was shed and night was cast every minute of the known day. It inhabited the castles, moving from one to another without being seen. Its feeding frenzy peeked...then disapated.

Some say he went into hibernation. Others said he died. Most believed he was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect catch. It was rumoured that the creature lay in wait for something more satisfying than the small beings he snacked. Others forced themselves into believing he had moved on.

Soon rumour turned to legend and decades past, rumour growing to more legend than before. Yet, sometimes, inexplainable noises can be heard, unavoidable disappearances occur. Few believe, fewer know.

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One day, a young mare, belly full of unborn foal, stubbled across the small land. She rested, gave birth, and died in the middle of it all. Her colt, a striking red roan, lived on, roaming the land hopelessly and helplessly, coming only when needed and showing only when not.

He soon became known as Tithe, taking in a name after all the castles. Rumour and legend peeked again as it spread that this young stag encountered the beast one night.

As the story goes, the colt was grazing when a dark shadow appeared and struck him down. But he writhed and soon was back to his feet, fighting for his like from the creature. Only glimpses were spotted of the shadow from the colt and he was soon defeated. The colt walked away, scarred but victorious.

Will you see the colt known as Tithe? Or will you seen the multipley named beast he fights?

Only one will know, and that is you. Take a chance, take a trip. Find what lies hidden within...

The land of castles.