Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
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Posted on February 11, 2012 at 06:41:51 PM by El Aran
El Aran had no use for anti-social animals— they were either not equines or they were anomalies within the species, and anomalies were dangerous. They were to be avoided or put down. A useful herd needed to be composed of horses who worked together to survive, and in order to achieve that deep level of commitment to another horse and an entire herd one needed to socialize. It always filled the black mare with pity to see stand-offish horses within a herd. So it was that she took note of the red dun’s cold posture and dismissed it, crediting it to the stallion being in a bad mood. If it turned out to be otherwise and the male was anti-social in nature, she would take her concerns to Encantador and see to it that things changed. There was no room for recluses in this herd. "There are two others," she replied. The black mare had lived in this desert once before, and like any sensible creature had made her first task to locate all the possible water sources within the boundaries of their land. "One to the South, and the other in the East. They are a day’s journey, perhaps, but they are smaller than this one." It was lucky for them that no predators lived on Salem. The entire chain of islands seemed to be mysteriously lacking in natural threats outside of the elements. It was a welcome change from the land the seer had come from. No wonder her people called the Islands of the Lost “Paradise.” The black mare snorted dust from her nose and shifted her dark gaze from her companion and to the flat expanse of sand that stretched beyond the horizon. "You have not lived in the desert long, have you," she observed. "But these islands, they are not new to you?" Her dark gaze swung back to the stallion. El Aran was a foreigner. It showed in the way she structured her sentences, and the accent that still lingered in her tall vowels and tight consonants. She did not understand the way of the horses in these lands. They insisted that stallions were the ruling power and as far as she had seen, and there were no seers to temper the leader’s power and advise the herd. Worse, it was as if no horse here in “Paradise” worshipped the Gods. It made her uneasy to think of the retributions that might be made to these horses, and she shifted her weight in unconscious response to the thought. Aşk's eighth eye
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- .inglorious. - By Mellow February 12, 2012 at 07:22:28 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran February 18, 2012 at 04:35:15 PM
- .inglorious. - By Mellow February 25, 2012 at 09:31:08 AM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran March 4, 2012 at 04:38:26 PM
- x - By Shiva March 5, 2012 at 07:58:47 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran March 4, 2012 at 04:38:26 PM
- .inglorious. - By Mellow February 25, 2012 at 09:31:08 AM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran February 18, 2012 at 04:35:15 PM
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