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.
The devil is in the details




Encantador’s reaction to what she told him was not what the seer had been expecting. Instead of his body becoming tense with concern, the dunskin stallion actually relaxed. El Aran stared at him as he tried to ease her worries. "Mellow was not with her," she insisted when he paused. "She was alone." But her partner seemed intent on putting the upsetting subject of Soraya behind them. Her ears flattened and her chin rose in that haughty, aggressive manner she’d been raised to display in place of any emotion another could interpret as weak. Rather than help her panic abate, Encantador had only proved to the desert mare that she was once more forced to face a foe alone. His offer to keep an eye out for Soraya was just a way to humor El Aran and to close to subject.

She side-stepped his mouth, snaking her head around to aim a bite at his withers. "What news of Cimarron?" she demanded, ignoring his question about her sleeping habits. As if anyone was not aware of how the lead mare stood apart from the herd at night, to prevent them from being jostled by her restless dreams and woken in the night as she muttered half-coherent prayers from the depths of her nightmares. Nostrils flared and ears pinned, El Aran wondered why Encantador was not taking the matter more seriously. "She tried to claim sisterhood with me. A mare I’ve never met, who knew my name, sought to put herself on my level, on Dany’s level, and she is not even a part of this herd!" Frustrated with her inability to articulate why such a thing would bother her to the degree it did, El Aran stamped a forehoof in the loose sand they stood on and glared at Encantador.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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