Name of Board: Shift
Link to Board: Link.
Requested Position: Co-Admin or Mod. It all depends on what the applicant is willing to take on.
How many positions available: 1
Information:
[list] ;; Coding ability would be fantastic. Nothing too complex but the ability to set up a member legend etc. would be great.
;; Graphics is a bonus but not necessary. I seem to be muddling through okay on my own, but other peoples input is always appreciated.
;; Must be friendly and if you want to be an Admin/Mod active. If you are just interested in helping me set up the member legend etc. and don’t want a position of authority, or even to RP that is cool by me (although of course it would be lovely to have someone interested in the board.)
;; A messenger of some sort is a must. I’m a fan of MSN, but I do have AIM and YIM so whatever is easiest for you.

Plot:

THE PLOT

The ground was hard beneath her feet, every step causing a jolt of pain to radiate out from her ankles. Her mouth was dry, her head was spinning and still she walked on. Why? Because she must, because she was walking to her destiny.

It was a tradition, a tradition and a ritual that every child went through when they reached their twelfth birthday. They were sent out into the wilderness, and were instructed to walk, to walk until their legs gave out and they couldn‘t take another step, to walk until all they knew was pain and they were further away from home than they ever had been before.

And at the end of this walk--when each child collapsed from exhaustion and despair--magic happened.

They would dream of an animal, the animal that best represented their mind, their heart, their soul. It did not matter where the child was, and that the environment did not suit the animal that was theirs. The magic would do what it must to remain true to its purpose.

And when the child opened their eyes, and became aware of their dream, a bond would be formed, a bond that transcended the physical, a bond that would last forever. A bond that would grant them with the ability to shift.

The young girl tramping through the desert was clinging to this hope, was clinging to the knowledge that soon, her quest would be done. Soon she would understand what it was to be whole and no longer feel as if there was some vital part of her missing.

Suddenly she stumbled, falling to the floor with a soft cry, her legs collapsing underneath her. This was it, this was when she could walk no further. She rolled over, her face red with exhaustion and sunburn. One of her knees was grazed from the fall, but she didn’t even have the energy to wipe away the worst of the dirt. Instead she lay there, giving into the exhaustion, allowing her eyes to close and her mind to drift away into the safety of unconsciousness…

*****

She was dreaming, she was dreaming of running across wide open plains, grass whipping against her flanks and muzzle. The scent of food was in her nostrils, she was intent on the hunt. Her muscles ached as she ran, but it didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was food, warm blood, the thrill of the hunt. Animal instinct had taken over.

Somewhere at the back of her mind she knew that this dream was to be the most significant of her life, but she couldn’t think why. She didn’t really care either. All that mattered was that she could run, and run fast. She ran up a mound of rocks, picking her way delicately across the surface, never once slipping, as sure footed as she could be.

One a the top, she looked out across the plains, at this land that was hers, and tipped her head back and let out an earth shaking roar. She was home.

*****

She awoke, still in the desert, still tired and still exhausted. An indescribable feeling of wholeness, of completion, and of perfection washed over her, and she gasped, scarcely able to contain her joy. Lying in the sand not wanting to move, she remembered what it was she had dreamed, came to know what it was she could become. A lion, an incredible, strong, beautiful lion. She grinned happily.

She sat up, suddenly realizing that she was tired no longer, thirsty no longer. The strength of the lion was flowing through her veins, they were one.

She glanced down at her fingers, and could almost imagine that they were paws, could almost feel her tail protruding from her lower back. She concentrated on these feelings, and suddenly she felt bones grinding over bone, internal organs changing and stretching and morphing into those of a tiger. She let out a happy laugh, a laugh that sounded somewhat like a strangled growl as her vocal chords changed.

She could do it. She could Shift!

*****

From the sprawling, ever-changing oceans to the snow-capped mountain ranges in the South; from the rocky, dusty, drought stricken deserts to the lush and fruitful rainforests of the North, Kenagir is a land of much beauty, and much hardship. War has torn apart this once peaceful land, nobles are being assassinated in their bedrooms, the common folk live in constant fear.

On one side, Saili, a powerful woman, risen from kitchen drudge to become the right hand of the emperor. Now she wants the throne.

On the other side, Emperor Damien, still sore from the betrayal of Saili, desperately trying to hold onto the land that has been his families for more generations than even the historians can remember.

And the people of Kenagir are caught in the middle, doing their best to survive. Everyone is caught up in this war, everyone has lost someone, everyone knows what large amounts of bloodshed smells like and what despair tastes like.

And everyone is watching the land they love fall apart.