Welcome to Defying Gravity, a semi-realistic natural horse rpg!
There are no mutations, magic, or rainbow ponies here; the horses of the Homelands must carve out a life for themselves by their wits and strength alone. We have no cannons or "site-wide plot" to speak of as we've found that there are a ton of creative people out there and when our members are left to their own devices the plots stay fresh and fun for everyone. So if you're looking for a laid back site with no so called "unique" plot you must adhere to, Defying Gravity just might be the place for you!!
News
December 29, 2013
NEW SKIN FOR NEW TIMES!! Come back, guys! We're ready to start anew!! :D
Le Hud
Season
Year VI
This summer's a hot one!! Things might get a little dicey for those on the south end of the Homeland who aren't used to temperatures above 70 or 80 F. Coldbloods beware!!
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— H A L C Y O N — a literate warriors roleplay nothing good lasts forever
The decades of peace that once swept the lake territories has now been obliterated by the overwhelming settlements of Twolegs. StarClan's prophecy leads the clans on a perilous journey through uncharted mountains and dangerous forests, but in the end, they find tranquility in a new region; the north coast. After some time, they finally begin to settle in, but the troubles brought on by this unfamiliar land are difficult to adapt to. New enemies and old grudges threaten the cats, and as they quarrel with one another and nature itself, they fail to see the signs StarClan is so desperate to show them. There is a darkness that lurks in the vast sea, a foreboding in the smell of burning sage, a warning in the cries that echo throughout the sky. The twisting shadows will drag them down—that is, if the cats do not rip themselves apart first. The cats have met their match.
Will they pull through and survivor the terrors of the unknown? Or will they perish at the paws of their own?