A Lurking War} Contest! Over 5,000• In Prizes!

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I saw the sky darken, and the people cried out.
The rivers ran, swollen with blood, and drowned the land.
The children have all perished, and the royals bite their tongues.
And by the moon and stars, I lay dying.

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...What is there to do...?

In this contest, your goal is to tell me about the war. You may select one of the following prompts;

If your character is a Royal...

{ What happened to spark the war? (You make this up)
{ What descisions will you have to make regarding tactics, alliances, or the building of your army?

If your character is a Soldier...

{ How will you react to hearing the news that your kingdom has declared war? What must you do to prepare yourself, physically and emotionally, for battle?
{ Tell us about your first moments in this new war. What were you faced with on the battle field?

If you character is a Civlian (or other)...

{ How will the war effect your life?
{ What would you say to your loved ones who must go out to fight?

Entries must be IC writing, as though you were replying to a RP. [/size]

But what are the rules of war...?

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Entries that do not follow the rules will not be awarded anything.

{ Follow all site rules, as well as ProBoards TOS.
{ Entries must be in third person.
{ Entries may not excede 700 words.
{ You don't need to use elaborate posting templates, but you can if you'd like.
{ You may only play YOUR characters.
{ Entries that are not submitted by the deadline will not be judged.

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This contest will be judged by your head staff.

{ Admin R∑AGAL
{ Co-Admin Isabella
{ G-Mod LittleWarrior

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Prizes; what we want to hear;

First Place
3,000•

Second Place
1,750•

Third Place
900•

Fourth Place
500•

All Entries
50•

Save the Date;

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Entries must be in by
February 3^rd, 2012

Entries will be judged by
February 6^th, 2012


Post your entries below.

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[Windsor]

Windsor

It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna know how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?

She had never believed it could be avoided. That ongoing threat of the other nations, it was only a matter of time before Windsor would be plunging herself into battle. She had fought many times, and knew what it was like to take lives, but never on this scale. Her footsteps echoed through the long, empty hallway as Windsor made her way towards the armory. She would need to practice running and attacking while carrying the protective gear on her back. As she made her way to get fitted properly, her mind wandered. Was she ready for this? Could she rush into battle, and slaughter other living creatures? They weren't even the same species, but they were still alive; they had families, friends, perhaps children, and she would be taking them away.

She had lived a life of preparation for this moment, and now she was going to see if all that preparation was any good. However, as she considered this, another thought came to mind: when it all came down to it, it wasn't about who was good, and who was bad. It was about who lived, and who died. It was about who had the guts to rescue a comrade, and who was quick enough and smart enough to survive on the battle field. Who was the strongest, and the most powerful fighter. Training could only take you so far, and Windsor hoped that she was who she thought she was. She would like to think that she would be brave in the face of battle, but it would be impossible to tell until she was rushing into battle. Being a soldier wasn't being a hero, it was being ready to die.

And if Only I could.
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places....
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building.

"Do you want to bet?" Windsor asked lightly. The stallion next to her grinned.
"Alright then, but if I'm right, it'll be five laps around the castle when we get back," he said with a grin.
"Done," Windsor said confidently. She grinned to herself. Her friend thought he'd be funny, and they were betting on whether or not Windsor would turn and run during her first battle. Ever since the armor had come on, Windsor had realized that she was made for the battlefield, and now with each step, fire roared in her veins, her body coursing with adrenaline, waiting for the first moment to clash hoof and teeth with flesh. The stallion was a seasoned soldier, and it was mostly a joke, but still the bet stood. Windsor was the only mare horse in her company; there were fifty or so tall, strong, and athletic horses who would be on the front lines to punch a hole.

The rest of the company were zebras. Many of them were Windsor's friend, and they had shared many a pleasant evenings together. Right now, the atmosphere was spirited, their commanding officer in the lead, exchanging words and tactics with some of the other officers. As they marched down the wide road through the woods, Windsor inhaled deeply, taking in the wonderful woody smell of the forest...but there was something else.

"Stop!" cried the commanding officer. The entire company immediately halted, and a ringing silence followed. Windsor could see him stiffing the air, and as the rest of the company followed suite, they all smelled the same thing; canines. After that, everything happened incredibly quickly, because up the road, all of a sudden, a hoard of canines became visible up the road, and they were running. Immediately, Windsor found herself out in front, with the rest of the horses, all armored, snorting and pawing, ready for action. Many things ran through Windsor's head as she watched the approaching wolves. She was vaguely aware of a cry from her commanding officer, and was vaguely aware of the scream that emitted from her throat as she reared with the effort of launching herself forward into a dead sprint - she was wildly reminded of a race she had had once with her friend Tarot, and before she could even process this thought completely she had launched herself into the battle.

Be running up that hill.
Be running up that hill.
If I only could, be running up that hill.

words; 680
muse; great
notes; sorry, the word count wasn't working so I had to use word...would have monitored it better. Figured I'd be the brave one to post here first!