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
Posted on June 1, 2012 at 06:01:12 AM by El Aran




"Yanlış yaşıyorum?"

The ocean did not answer her. El Aran stamped a hoof in the creeping tide and sent a spray of water up her black legs. She lowered her head and nosed at her wet coat, inhaling the sharp, bitter smell of brine. For once she did not stand at the oasis, content and far inland. Today she faced something that made her uncomfortable. Something she perhaps even feared. "Ben senin değilim," she muttered, throwing her head up and striding a few feet into the cold water. The current pulled at her hooves and she recalled the strength it took to submerge her body in the roiling beast and swim to a land that could be hours or days away.

Was she not strong?

Glancing to her left, the seer saw a familiar horse standing not far away. The quiet mare, the dark mare with the shy gaze and the soft voice stood staring inland. Who she waited for, El Aran did not know, nor was she particularly concerned if it was not her. Abandoning the pretense that she was doing anything useful with her day, the desert mare trotted down the beach and through the shallows, lifting her legs high to battle the drag of the water that splashed up to sting her belly with tiny pinpricks of cold.

"Sova." Reaching the smoky black mare’s side, El Aran thrust her muzzle briefly against the girl’s soggy mane. "You haven’t been swimming this whole time. Where did you go?" There was no accusation in her voice, only curiosity as she drew back and reinstated the unspoken but desired distance between herself and whoever she happened to be sharing company with. Her dark eyes did not leave Sova’s face.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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