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.
TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA
Posted on February 7, 2012 at 02:03:58 AM by BARON


Baron didn’t care. He didn’t care that his older brother had left off running. No one had noticed when the dunskin had gone running off as well. Hell, his mother hadn’t even noticed. She had noticed least of all. It had come across his mind once or twice, what had happened with his mother in that herd. They had been a flourishing group, supposedly. Legacy had been on the fringes, she had been bitter, she had been… she had been strange. His mother was a strange creature. The young man had decided a long time ago that he wouldn’t dwell on her. There was no saving that one.

All he cared that was Encantador was right here, standing right in front of him. They matched, sorta. Sorta not. One could tell that this pair was related but ever so different. A strange mix of confidence and self conscious. One was sure of himself, one was entirely uncomfortable in his skin. Baron had gone right back to acting like his older brother had hung the moon. Some things would never change.

The study he was making was a bit strange, seeing as everything to the dunskin man was flat. That was what happened when you had one side to see out of. All the same, he didn’t mind. All that mattered that very moment was that he had a brother again. Baron had longed for one thing on his journey- a family.

”I’v-v-ve been-n here an-n-d ther-re.” The young man tries to smile, tries to find some humor, but he can’t. He’s still awash in a sea of shock. ”I can-n-n’t go back ther-re…” Baron has to take a deep breath to navigate the words at all. His sides are shaking as it is, the stutter growing worse as he becomes more worked up. It’s many moments before speech comes again. ”The Ar-r-rch. It was em-m-mpty when I c-came in-n. It’s m-m-mine n-now.” The colt takes another deep breath, trying to form words in his head beforehand so maybe he won’t shake so much. ”I wan-nt the Hills.” There. Not so bad.

swimming through sick lullabies

BARON

|El Barroco X Legacy|



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