To our Look to the Stars family, whether you’ve been here since the beginning or joined only recently,

It is with heavy hearts that the Staff are announcing the closure of our beloved site. It will remain open for the entirety of August for you to collect your character profiles together and maybe hang around the site for the last time, but after that, LTTS will be closing. The closure comes for no reason other than the site reaching almost a ‘natural end’ in its life – all good things must come to an end, after all!

To celebrate the life of our wonderful site (or at least this is the case in our opinion!), we’d like to share with you a little bit of history because we’re proud of what our site was and what it came to stand for! Way back in 2015, which honestly feels like forever ago for those of us who’ve been around that long, a wonderful woman we all know as Maggie opened LTTS’ doors for the first time. Here is a short quote from the very first OTMs, of which our site leader won. We feel it sums her up incredibly well: “Maggie is the fearless leader of LTTS (or so the members call her!). She designed and created LTTS to be a safe, fun space for folks wanting to roleplay fantasy horses without the confinement of a lot of rules. So far, we think she's succeeded! She is a very easy and open person to talk to.”

As mentioned above, before all else, LTTS was designed to be simple. This was a safe space for anyone who wanted to write their pixel equines. With its relaxed and happy atmosphere, the member base that followed the opening of the site simply proves what, at the time, a innovative site it was, proving that the most unassuming, modest roleplays have the power to build strong communities, something that LTTS has always prided itself on.

Since 2015, it has been one heck of a rollercoaster! The site has been through so much – surviving the opening of other sites, the very sad stepping down of Maggie and one or two (okay, many!) redesigns to keep it fresh. We’ve seen some crazy writing and some beautifully touching threads. There are so many characters that will live forever in our minds as legends who carved Elysium’s future into the earth and stone it is created of. The current Staff team would firstly like to say a massive thank you to Maggie. Without you, there would be no LTTS, and many of us would have missed out on having a home in the RP world that is so welcoming. We’re sorry that your brain-child is closing, but we know you have some super exciting upcoming projects that we can’t wait to see; whatever you end up doing, we know you’ll be successful. Also to mention are the endless Staff members who have put so much time, effort and heart into LTTS. Here is an attempt to mention you all. Sorry if we missed anybody! Thanks to Maggie, Asyn, Blushie, Ana, Niki, Cecil, Scrimpyshrimp, Soupi, Revanant, Strixx, Briallu, Arabella, Mallory, Mercier, Mono, Boaz. Every one of you helped create this beautiful community, and you all should be so proud you were part of the LTTS journey. Finally, what would we be without our members. You range from young to old, shiny-new to veteran of the RP world and crazy to kind. One thing you all have in common is your ability to just get on. We’d like to say that we, as a site, have (probably!) had very little drama and we’re so thankful for you guys for making our job so easy. You’re all super sweet and respectful of each other. It’s lovely to see such collectivism online because it can often be missed in this internet age. Never have we met such a talented bunch of writers who also manage to juggle real life as well as roleplaying some incredible characters. A big, big thank you (and so many hugs) for your endless support.

As a final word, we’d like to say to our members – don’t stop roleplaying! We can name endless sites that are around right now (Caeleste, Rise of the Fallen, Fimbulvetr, Novus, just to name a few), plus there are many that are being created at this very minute. Go forth and continue your equine RP journey! The end of one thing opens so many doors into new and exciting possibilities.

There is currently no plan to bring around a LTTS 2.0. Perhaps in the future, the Staff will get together again and with Maggie’s permission, the world of Elysium will be reborn. (Remember that the idea was originally hers, so anyone looking to take inspiration from the site must speak to her first.)

But for now, we say goodbye, we love you all, and don’t forget to look to the stars!

07-18-18 ★ Our host has finished with the updates and it's good to post again without fear of losing your posts.

07-07-18 ★ Our host will be updating the server, so any new posts from now may be affected. Please be sure to save them in a Word Doc like google documents. Will keep you updated until this is over, especially on Discord.

06-19-18 ★ We have updated our rules to match our host's update about inappropriate content. Anyone who goes against this will have their IP addresses banned by the host. If you've any questions, please contact a staff member.

06-14-18May OTM Nominations are up and ready to go, they will be open until the 28th of this month.


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Kindred of The Red Hills

Age Adult, 4 yrs
Gender Mare
Scale 14.3 hh - 1100 lbs
Sexuality Pansexual
Baser Nature Neutral
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About iPhoenix
Joined Jan 09 2018
Played by iPhoenix
Last Visit May 21 2018, 7:13 PM
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Her mother - Deceased - Willow of The Red Hills Her Father - Deceased - Nameless of The Red Hills Her Uncle - Deceased - Kuru of The Red Hills Adpoted Brother - Phoenix of The Red Hills

A Blue Roan on it's own is a rather rare colouring in pelt. Coming from the tribal lands far overseas, she bears the markings that rank her as one of the Mustang of the Red Hills. Such markings circle her face, cornet bands, and around the dock of her tail in the colour of a fiery gold. The mare happens to be rather small in height, but follow tradition mustang, her bone structure makes up for lack of height. While her mane only droops slightly past her throat latch in length, her tail drags behind her in nearly three inches. The colouring, instead of strait black, is actually a darker grey. In the summer, it doesn't lighten in colour like the rest of her body will. This mare has soft heterochromic eyes that stand out against her dark face, the left an ice blue and the right a deep gold. Antlers stretch past her ears in a long arch, colouring a deep ebony with each point tipped an ebony colour. Her teeth are rather odd, canines acting much like a snake's. While her bottom rows of teeth and shaped in a predatory way, and the bottom canines are pointed into a wolf's curve. Her upper teeth have the same appearance to every way except the canines. Such are needle sharp, showing their appearance when her maw is parted, but in a dire situation the upper canines lengthen from within her skull into an immense length. This tooth mutation renders her an omnivore, able to consume meats and vegetation. While moving, her gait is smooth. She struts, unintentional, but with a proud manner that gives her a noble look. Her canter, if not sprinting, is smooth, a prance that gives her the look of a careless foal. Not a worry in the world. Her sprint is much different, a menacing gait, powerful, ground shaking. With each pounding step the ground seems to make a solid sound, sending jolts up her legs and body in muscular quivers. When she stops, it is collected and quick. A sliding stop that brings her hind end under her, such is a way that helps to build her muscle. On her right side, she bears a long scar from the fires of her homelands.

This mare has little worry, not caring for trivial matters of politics and the likes. The only importance to her is freedom. She is a kindred spirit, she believes that while one shall follow the rules and mandatory conditions of the chief "leader", one should also be allowed to live to a free nature. Dedication to only one thing is not how you should live your life. Kindred isn't necessarily religious, following the tales of her tribe, but not her tribe's Gods. She believes that, had they been existent, she would not have been driven from her home. That her home would not have burnt. Had the Gods been real, her home would not have been destroyed. She is peaceful, elegant and wise. Though she is also rather playful. A mischievous mare that believes fun and joy is an essential part of the life of an equis. When in a serious, stern mood, Kindred is rather blunt and impatient. She dislikes being questioned and wants answers. She means business. One word to explain Kindred - Fearless. She is a fighter. She fights for what she believes in with fearless ferocity. In a real battle, Kindred is without fail someone who fights not for herself, but for those she cares for. Kindred doesn't trust falling in love. She fears being hurt in the end. The thought of foaling scares her. Her mother died foaling her, she doesn't want to leave her foal to grow up alone. She has always wanted love, but doesn't trust herself.

Kindred was born within the blistering heat of the Red Hills. A hillscape in which overlooked the Red Dessert, but acted as an oasis and prairie to the horses who dwelled there. They believed and worshiped Gods that consisted of Sacrifice, war, peace, love, and many others. Her father had been ranking just beneath their chieftain, a widely respected stallion who had little time for the filly who had looked up to him as a hero. Her mother died in birth to her. She was given to a mare who had recently lost her foal to nurse and raise her. She was weaned a month early, and quickly became rebellious and independant. She hadn't been given a name, they had just referred to her as the Kindred Spirit. So she stuck with it. As years flew by, she grew into a mare worthy of warriors. Few teased her over her height, though most knew she was too sweet to do much about it. She looked up to her father with admiration, though he did not acknowledge her as his blood. Only another warrior. For the year after that, it hurt. But she couldn't dwell on the fact that he didn't claim her. She had duties to tend to. It was the night of harvest. No one suspected that the rival tribe would attack until it was too late. Flames painted the grasses of their homelands. Cries of pain and despair seemed to replace the calls of the frightened deer and birds. Terror was all she felt. She had been trying to get the foals to safety, the little red roan colt on her left, and a black filly on her right. She was trying her hardest, but the filly fell into the flames. Trying to save the filly she was burnt viciously,unable to save the filly. In the end, she escaped with the little red colt. They were the only survivors. The Phoenix, and the Kindred Spirit. They would be one for the other.

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