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
Posted on July 3, 2012 at 04:53:33 AM by El Aran




Last time the dunskin stallion had touched her, El Aran had been on edge. Today, now, in the quiet sunlight she was calm and relaxed. Their talk had done them good; already she could feel the last tendrils of tension seeping out of her muscles and she leaned into her partner’s touch. The fact that he had reached out to her again despite her vicious rebuff during his previous attempt warmed her inside. Despite how little physical affection El Aran showed others, she did enjoy being touched. She closed her eyes and relaxed under his small signs of affection.

When Encantador pulled away, El Aran turned her finely dished head to look at her partner. "King," she repeated, and considered the word. There was much that a stallion could do with such a title— if his herd was strong.

And their herd would be strong.

"We should meet the others on this island," she suggested. "If we go, united, and you express your intent face to face, you need not challenge for it at all." It would be good, too, to meet the other lead horses who resided on Salem with them. Although, to have them both absent from the herd at the same time would be unacceptable. With a low snort, El Aran shook her head. "I will remain here and watch over the herd. And, should words fail you—" El Aran continued before she lifted herself in a half rear and struck out at him with her forehooves, a wild cry bursting from her lips and echoing across the bushy plains.

Her intent had not been to hit, but to startle, and she came back to earth with a low grunt. "The element of surprise can turn the tide of war," she told her partner gravely, and in the next breath offered, "I will spar with you."

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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