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.


  Summer, Year 3    Leviticus Era
The new Firstborn Vihaan is visiting the horses of Carinae in Viridian Fields!
The Lost One has appeared needing help of your characters in this site wide plot!
Congratulations to Ritsika, the new player of newly mortal firstborn, Cora!
Welcome new Empress Kashmir of Heretic!
The Red Wastes now has a sub-forum of its own! All Lyrus members can post there but outsiders beware!
The training battle between Gotham City and Caelian has been decided on a winner!

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 Adult, 11 yrs  Stallion
 20.0 hh  2400 lbs
90 Posts 3,510 points
 BailanduSilueta Offline
Posted on Feb 01 2018, 3:53 PM.

He was not a man to stand back and watch land fall into disrepair. He was not a sympathetic man nor one to shed much of a thought for those outside himself but there was some small part of the beast that lent itself to leadership. Some magnetic impulse inside of him yearned to devote itself to regality once more, to head a herd and write his name next to the word "King". He had proven himself a worthy leader, contrary to the beliefs of the women and men he had wronged, and the title - he believed - filled the chasm in his existence that was "belonging".

It is easy to fill one's life with material things. Sex, fighting, drinking. You might even be mistaken into thinking you are fulfilled, happy. But, when push comes to shove, you might realize that others have something to devote their lives to and you do not. Gotham was not likely to realize or admit to this but somewhere behind his unfaltering wall of pride is the truth. A fascination with space and time is not nearly enough to replace the emptiness of his ignorance: the least he can do to supplement it is take his agitation to a standing royal. 

The behemoth had not before challenged a Queen, nor in fact a King. He had, however, won many a battle both official and self-orchestrated and hence is well practiced in the art of combat - he is well practiced, too, in the trials and tribulations of leadership. With a crown lain between his ears, the man seemed to find himself overcome with a sudden responsibility and desire to do well by his people. He was by no means the most typical leader, and it still must be said that some of his decisions were made for his own benefit over all else, but regardless he found himself revered and respected. Leadership is a trait that seems to come to the man naturally and so here he is once more, stamping his hooves for the land that he had come to claim.

Gotham City knows little of the Crucis Queen, merely that the ruler is a Queen and not King, and that her name is Etain. He had not seen her, spoken to her, or trespassed in her lands for the sake of keeping a quiet comfort between her and his plans. He had hardly run his eyes over the land he was here to fight for, even; he did not particularly care for the nature of its landscape. A land was a land - and a land was a land he could rule over.

While the man was inexperienced with the Crucis Queen, knowing nothing even of her size or fighting form, he had heard whispers of the land she ruled. He'd heard words in the wind of Valor's challenge for Crucis and, although the man who fought for Etain had won, she had done nothing more with the herd since. It seemed that Crucis had become stagnant, not that a number of the other herds could be spoken for either, and Gotham knew he was the King it begged for. It is not evil and, while those he had wronged might protest, neither is he. Crucis was not renowned for being sickeningly good or lawful and so Gotham believed he would have free rein with his intentions for the land. It was by far the better suited for his wants, and already his heart throbbed and body shook with desire and suspense.

The Colosseum is a land he has trodden more often. The beast has yet to fight in it but the grandeur of its architecture, crafted purely with combat and bloodshed in mind, calls to him with a siren's cursed song. It is a place he can come in quiet, when not adding women to his tallies or inflicting unprovoked injury on mundane and irritating creatures in unofficial battlegrounds. The acidic tang of blood seeps through his nostrils, old but still strong and exciting. The stallion struggles to suppress the shudder of anticipation that shakes his spine through to the aqueous stinging lappets in his black and blue tail. 

His hooves are hard upon the earth of The Colosseum. His presence is thundering, demanding and defiant. No longer would he stand and watch the world slowly run itself into the dirt. Elysium was quietly desperate to be woken from its slumber. It wanted attention and, for once, Gotham was willing to give it. 

He throws his head to the sky and whinnies to the howling winter winds, tousled mane and tail rippling behind him. 

"ETAIN!" an aggressive shout carried by the violent breeze in hope of reaching the Crucis Queen. "I intend to challenge for the Eternal Wood. Face me and fight!" he steps upon the arena floor, taking a proud stance in its centre and awaiting the arrival of his opponent. "Fear not, I will spare your life. Deathmatches are for those who worry their foe will return to fight once more, though today I do not intend to lose." he sets the battle rules before the woman can attempt to interject - Gotham allows no negotiations on his terms.

The stallion stands tall in the heart of the arena, ears pricked and quivering to listen for any sound of the Queen's approach, whichever direction she should come from. His eyes are wide as he flits them to and fro over the lands that surround him, watching for silhouettes. His feet are square, muscles rigid and coiled like tightly compressed springs, yet his head is kept close to his chest, guarding the underneath of his neck and soft flesh of his chin. Knowing nothing of the Queen means knowing nothing of her tactics and the stag refuses to let her beat him by means of foul play.

His arrogance is unwavering and oblivious to the thought it might be his undoing. He expects to win, though even if he should fall down before the Queen it would be far from the end. This is the start of a revolt.
i am the monster you made me
tag: Etain
words: 1018
notes: ...


Items allowed?: no

Magic allowed?: no

Death match?: no

Once you agree on either of the following above, you cannot change your mind afterward.  See rules for more details on what happens if you do try to change your mind.

If neither can agree to the above, the challenge defaults into standard judge pick match with no deaths.

POSTS: 0/3 (intro)


DEFENSE: Rigid stance to avoid being knocked over, locked and coiled muscles ready to spring if surprise attacked, ears and eyes alert to see/hear when Etain approaches, head tucked in to cover the underneath of his neck and his chin.


DAMAGE: none

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 Immortal  Mare
 04.2 hh  020 lbs
10 Posts 982,354 points
 Staff Account Offline
Posted on Feb 04 2018, 6:31 PM. (Edited: Feb 11 2018, 5:46 PM by Staff.)

Etain has willingly given the crown to Gotham City. For the purposes of moving the plot along, Gotham can assume that he discovered the letter from the Prince because it was left behind by Etain, and may call a herd meeting to respond. The Staff will pin the new ranks and rules when it is posted, and please post in rank updates for any ranks that need changing!

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