Red snow.Play this in a seperate window to get the full effect. http://www.youtube.com/watch?featurelayer_detailpage&v=6tBiuzjPb-8Red snow.19 hours ago in Historical More Like This
*action or event*
[time] 1:34 P.M.
[location] A small village in Germany.
Juan: A strong willed boy who lost his parents in a fire. He is 7 years old. He has short brown hair, and green eyes. He's wearing a yellow longsleeve shirt, brown pants, and a white and red striped scarf.
Lucy: Like Juan a strong willed girl of the age 6. She lost her parents to a deadly disease. She is wearing a white longsleeve shirt, a short black skirt, and a blue and white striped scarf. She has short blonde hair, and blue eyes. She has a small crush on Juan.
Erick: The last living member of his family. Age 6. He is known for being fearless. Yellow eyes, white spiky hair
Characters of TimelineCharacters of Flare Tiger in the Timeline that’s she’s being used;Characters of Timeline9 hours ago in Historical More Like This
•Race Species; Earth/Mystic Pony
•Mane/Tail; Red/Yellow mixed like Fire
•Eyes; Right Eye is Red & Left Eye is Green with the scar under it.
•Weapons; Ancient Draco Sword and Dragon’s Armor
In Mystic War time, the Mystic Mare was mystery since she’s make her appeared to Mystic Ponies and Equestria Ponies, who being soldiers for war against the Lord of the Dragons. She met the special ponies as she’s decided to join and the soldiers did noticed her carried of her single sword on her back as asked her about it and she’s answer, “Mah sword is make of dragon’s scale, along with it is blood of the dragon and the dragon’s bone. Ah promise ya, Ah don’t killed a dragon for purpose and Ah found the dead dragon and took it into craft it turned into the sword. Also, this sword’s weight is no joke, it’s very heavy t
Letter HomeFranceLetter Home1 hour ago in Historical More Like This
October 15th 1917
Dear Mother, Father and Marianne,
Thank you for your letters and gifts. Since thebattle three days ago, nothing much has happened. Before, I became a soldier; Ihad thought war was all about fighting the enemy. However, the reality is, waris about living in the trenches. The press will ramble on about how our enemiesare the Huns, but in truth, it is the mud. It is everywhere, especially in thetrenches. It soaks through shoes chilling feet and causes trench foot.
Most of us get it because we can’t take our shoes or socks off. Jim, (you remember him?) had it bad. It madehis skin rot and peel. His whole right foot had to be amputated. I’m not sure where he is now, but I’m quitesure, he is not the only one in that situation.
I guess I’ve been lucky on that count. However, I do not know how Isurvived the last battle or more accurately, massacre. Some of the old sweatsaid New Zealand hadn’t been defeated like that before.
The Art in WarPasschendaele had been like any other village. There had houses and roads, surrounded by a quilt of green fields. Now, all that was left was a decimated battlefield. Water filled craters pocked the ground. Trees slumped and their withered fingers blew in the breeze. With watercolors, Teddy Donovan sketched all of it.The Art in War1 hour ago in Historical More Like This
On a page, a faint ridge came into form. Above it, clouds hung in the sky. Using a pen, he drew the sharp lines that made the trees and their branches. Looking up, once more, he stopped. A drawing could only tell so much.
Like the men clearing the landscape of bodies, he had been a soldier too. No one but them would know how it felt to push through the mud towards Bellevue Spear. No one but them would know, how the rain from the heavens and Huns felt, and the sense of hopelessness they brought.
Still, he didn’t know who had suffered more, him or this patch of Mother Earth. Even so, drawing had always brought his mind back, even before the war, to a peace
A Shortened Samurai StoryHe stood, his muscles flexing under his armor as he walked through the town feeling as if eyes were burrowing into the back of his neck. His hair was loose and unkempt from days of little to no care. He had walked from town to town toting his katana and his blackened armor yet when the people saw him walk by they felt either admiration or hatred for he was a man of false honor but this one held no honor in his walk but that of a humble man. He had seen battle, more than he would love to admit so he had more than lost the need for blood.A Shortened Samurai Story19 hours ago in Historical More Like This
Though this village was different from usual villages, the fog was not thick but scattered the ground while the moon was at full waxing. The samurai guessed that it had been 4 days since we left his home to search for glory on the battlefields. Slowly it began to rain but The lone Samurai did not run to find cover or even wish it he instead wanted the rain. It was pleasant to walk through but now the village seemed even darker. As he walked nearer to th