The Lost Islands
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Your King
Asmodeus
Your Queen
Nyimara
The Second
None
The Herd
Name, Name, Name
The Sub-Herd
Name, Name, Name
Allies
Name (Land)
Enemies
Solomon (Cove)
The Rules
  • There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue.
  • We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc.
  • The King and Queen have final say in all matters.
Like a flash of light; I'm there

I wasn't always this awkward or was I? I wasn't really sure anymore. I wasn't as young as I had once been either but I still had years in me yet. I wasn't going anywhere as long as Eli was here. I was his girl wasn't I; I'd had a foal with him. A gorgeous little palomino roan over filly. She was our pride and joy of this I am sure. She is my pride and joy anyway and by the expression on his face; Eli is quite happy too. Watching him curiously; I listen to the words that escape his lips. Stating that he is sorry he hasn't been around much but now feels that their home will be far more stable. I hope so Eli. I'm tired of constantly moving around you understand that though, I am sure. Since you were moving around too. Giving a low chuckle; I gently brush my muzzle against his own. Nostrils flaring softly; I let those warm breaths catch his velvety nose.

This is Mangolia. Of course; this was his daughter and I bet he's mighty proud of her. She's a pretty little thing; much moreso than myself I will admit. I might be pretty but I have my faults. I'm deaf in one ear and blind too. I'm no one's perfect little damsel but I do my best where I can. I might not know my way around the desert yet but how hard could it be? Of course; I'd all ready discovered that. The desert had prickly things I'd never experienced and my muzzle and neck have the little scrapes and cuts to prove it. Red and menacing but healing none the less now that I learned my lesson to sense where things might be with my hoof before walking right out. It tooka while maybe but it worked none the less. Now I had our daughter to help me out for now too.

Speaking of which; the palomino roan overo watches her father as he extends his nose toward her. That warm breath leaving him. Giving a soft giggle; Mangolia gently stretches her soft velvety nose up to him. Brushing her lips gently against his chest before releasing a soft tone. Hello father. I am all right. How are you father? Glancing around then; she looked toward her sightless mother and had the expression of exasperation. Her mother would never see her or father. She would never see anything and this greatly troubled the girl. It irritated her a little too that she always was being her eyes. She hardly got to live the life of a child and she was definitely growing tired of it. Father. She murmured; returning her attention to him. Are there other foals out here in the desert? She was curious after all and looking for a play mate or two. Was that too much to ask of a child to want? She didn't think so.


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