<font size=2 face=times color=d1d1d1><i>Moth wings & dusty books.</i></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.

Moth wings & dusty books.
Posted on June 29, 2012 at 06:23:22 AM by sova

s o v a

It was not unlike Sova to imagine that the rest of the world simply stopped spinning when she wasn�t watching. There was only so much that her dark eyes could see, one had to wonder whether she missed a thing at all.

Here though, while the numbers hold strong at being low and concentrated in places that were the most abundant with waterand food, little had happened while Sova had disappeared for a short time. She had, of course, returned with her tail tucked meekly between her legs and her head handing low in hopes of being accepted once more. She had been stunned into a sort of silence when she had been taken back into the desert�s arms by the strange words of the black mare.

So she simply stares at El Aran for a few moments that seem like forever as she listens to what she has to say.

It was refreshing to know that the herdlands had grown and that Encantador and his family were doing so well, that they had commandeered another watering hole that was more generous with the grazing. �That�s good� I don�t think I could last the summer otherwise.� Sova says quietly, knowing that she was not built for the heat of the desert and would take any step in the direction to lessening the agony of her life under the sun. The conversation once more turns back to the father of the smoky skinned mare and she pauses to think for a moment, as if she couldn�t really decide the case of her father. �I don�t think he knew I existed- and if he did, I�m sure he thought I was dead.� She knew this by his reaction to her first appearance, how he had asked if her mother had survived her pregnancy and how Sova had survived.

She did survive, and that was all that had mattered to him.

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

Replies:

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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