<font color=727c89>like the desert needs r a i n</font>

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 the desert needs r a i n
Posted on March 31, 2012 at 07:30:08 AM by soraya

Mustang Blood .::. Buckskin Paint .::. Young Heart .::. Birdsong 2012

as the dark shadow moves toward her, soraya stands tall and unmoving. the desert heat has a way of playing tricks on the mind, and she is wary of wicked hallucinations that haunt such barren lands. the scent is unfamiliar, yet as the creature nears, she catches a hint of feminine perfume on the wind. her demeanor changes subtly at the realization. she feels no danger or threat emanating from this one, and so she lowers her head slightly in greeting.

through stone grey orbs she observes the lovely woman. she has a commanding presence, and a seeing eye much like soraya's own. when she speaks her voice is velvet, and it is a much richer sound than most mares ever achieve. pulling her ears forward, she listens with interest to el aran's introduction, or rather, the lack of one. a small smile tinges her lips at the obvious curiosity--so much like her own. since she had nothing to say about the gentlemens' exchange, for truly she had learned nothing of it, she instead acknowledges the question of how she came to be here

i traveled here of my own volition, on behalf tuff luck. however, it would seem the winds have shifted since i departed, and we are now ruled by another.

her gaze shifts from the enchantress to the empty, vast desert. she will have to make the journey home soon, though she knows there will be nothing left for her there. but for the time being she enjoys the exchange between herself and her foreign sister. it has been a long time since she has spoken with another lady. the women back home were intimidated by her courage and wandering spirit. the only one to understand had been tuff, who had allowed her to seek other lands with only the promise of a hasty return. indeed she cannot imagine the badlands without him, and a jolt of sadness pierces her heart.

i am called soraya, and though you did not give your name, i presume you to be el aran...your name travels swiftly on the winds of salem.

S O R A Y A

you taught me how to live without with rain;
you are thirst, and thirst is all i know.

Replies:

The devil is in the details - By El Aran April 2, 2012 at 06:31:22 PM
- like the desert needs r a i n - By soraya April 5, 2012 at 04:11:09 AM
  - The devil is in the details - By El Aran April 7, 2012 at 02:36:27 PM
    - x - By Canta May 3, 2012 at 04:12:50 PM

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