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 Gods contend in vain




Was she important, that El Aran should know of her? The black mare twisted her ears back and wondered if she had misjudged the chestnut mare’s rank. When Alexa introduced herself and explained her relationship with Razvan, El Aran snorted lightly. She hadn’t known the stallion long, but she had thought well of him during and after their short conversation. "Your loss is unfortunate," she said, not unkindly.

The touch near her shoulder startled the mare and she side-stepped suddenly, peering down at the newborn with her ears pushed forward. He was so small still, all gangly limbs and awkward unsurety. Lowering her muzzle to his face, she breathed a long, slow breath against his nose to introduce herself. Briefly, she was reminded of her own son. He was grown now and, she assumed, gone to make his way elsewhere on the islands or perhaps the mainland. El Aran did not know. She could only hope Iskelet did not journey to her home.

El Aran raised her dished head and shifted her gaze back to the colt’s mother. Hearing that Encantador had yet another “dear friend” flattened the black mare’s ears entirely, though she could not explain why. Perhaps because she was his partner, and yet she knew him less than the mares who claimed close companionship with the lead stallion. Maybe it was because Encantador had never spoken about any of them to her.

More than likely it was because El Aran’s nerves were already on edge around the chestnut mare, and she did not trust her. Her dark gaze dropped to the colt again. He seemed a bit absent-minded, or at least not entirely aware of what was going on around him, though he was not even an hour old. No doubt he would become clearer-headed the longer he was alive.

"Excuse me," she said before turning and walking away.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



[hope you don't mind me ending it here :)]

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