Kalran

[Kalran Admin]

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with metry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Joves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile.
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For ill things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

The Two Trees, by W.B. Yeats

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Long ago, the lands of old flourished, and grew into an incredible paradise. The Earth was a wondrous place of plenty and abundant in life, yet, nothing could last forever. Disaster struck, and the world was destroyed, but all things renew themselves in time; nothing lasts forever, not even death. The lands were rebuilt, lives replenished, but not all was as it had been. New creatures emerged, Gods of great power, and from them spawned a society of beings, feline in physique, but spiritual and divine in soul and mind. Through their wisdom, the Gods divided the land equally, a portion for each of their own tribes as they separated themselves from the main group; all developing into their own cultures and ways of life.

One group, the largest in build of all three, grew noble and strong from the teachings of their leader, the Goddess Evhar. Decorated in bold hues, they bore stripes to represent the lashing their holy Goddess had received in false punishment from the Upper Deities. In their search for peace, they traveled far to the west, where they lived in regal tranquility amongst each other.

The second group, followers of the God Saelon, were honorable and of great stature. Stealthy and cunning, their God painted them in spots and earthy tones, to ensure their survival in their endeavors as they traveled farther south from the crossover.

The third and final group was composed of small creatures, but beings of immense, intellectual superiority. Subjects of the Goddess Keris, they were taught to use their ingenuity and spiritual insight, rather than attempt to use strength they did not always posses. Migrating to the far east, they live in secrecy, only to emerge in stealth.

Hesitant to break up the family of descendants they had created, the Gods of the beings left one territory open; a crossover, far to the north, where no tribe was directed to travel. It is here that an annual calling of all tigers, jaguars and servals of Kalran is made each year, when every being comes together in their holy unison, and become one as they had once been. [/color]

OOC Perks:
-Always friendly staff
-Active members
-Constant, intermediate roleplay
-Simple to join [for literate applicants]
-Many options for character design
-Distinguished recognition of the difference between IC and OOC
-Regularly updated and moderated site
-Player based and global plotlines
-Respectable but relaxed environment