<font size=2 face=times color=d1d1d1><i>Moth wings & dusty books.</i></font> el aran cont'd

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.

Moth wings & dusty books. el aran cont'd
Posted on June 15, 2012 at 04:47:13 PM by sova

s o v a

In a sense, she had found her father. For a few short minutes, she had stood next to him as a daughter does her father, turning her eyes to the ocean and staring just as it was common for the man and his child to do. Certainly, she had inherited his likeness to staring, with those dark eyes pouring wide over the water as it bucked against the wind and found footing on the shore near their hooves.

So yes, she had found her father.

�For a bit.� Sova muses quietly, dark eyes still turned as though burning holes into the sea and neglecting the presence of the other dark skinned woman. She had always found comfort in the currents of the coast, with the way the surface of the water moved like a living thing and how droplets would splash up and speckle across her skin, cooling and refreshing her- even when she was embedded in the scorching heat of the desert. At the previous suggestion of moving inland, away from the sight that reminded Sova of her father�s quick descent into the depths of the sea, the girl turns and follows El Aran with a small nod, as if absent-mindedly lead by an invisible leash.

They travelled inland, not too far mind- Sova could still hear the crash of the tide on the shore, but the sound was lulled and it did not claim their ears for their attention. �What has happened while I was gone? Is Encantador feeling better?� She assumes her concern is justified, as the last time she had seen the stallion, he had looked sullen and sad almost� Sova can only hope things have turned out for the better.

Sova Lyovna Levanevskaya, the little russian owl.
mare. smoky black. three years. mutt. Ee aa nCr. 15.1 hands.
sova: pronounced as soh-vah.

html & character by Russell

ooc: sorry for the wait and the quality, rofl.

Replies:

The Gods contend in vain - By El Aran June 25, 2012 at 08:33:16 PM
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova June 29, 2012 at 06:23:22 AM
  - The Gods contend in vain - By El Aran July 4, 2012 at 08:36:11 PM
    - Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova July 6, 2012 at 09:49:07 AM
      - The Gods contend in vain - By El Aran July 18, 2012 at 07:28:27 PM
        
        x - By Canta July 23, 2012 at 11:22:45 AM

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