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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.

collecting your jar of hearts
Posted on July 20, 2012 at 02:20:18 PM by e n c a n t a d o r

e n c a n t a d o r
In the gloom before dawn he had departed a coward, trembling and certain of his imminent death; yet, in the shadows following dusk he returns a new man, exhausted and sore but with the certain swagger of someone victorious.

As he limps, sopping wet, across the flat baked earth of his home, his ears are swivelling atop his crest feverishly as he listens for his herd. Encantador had forewarned no one of his departure, let alone the fact that his objective had been to engage in his first-ever violent affray with another stallion, and somehow he doubts that his day-long disappearance will have gone unnoticed. Yet � and perhaps this is merely because of the hour � there is no one around. The desert is silent but for insects singing in the humid air of the evening.

Though he favors his hind left leg as he treads his way carefully further inland, his mind is busy replaying images of Mafioso�s face as he had squealed in pain and fury. Still he can hardly believe he had managed to subdue such a monster, especially given his lack of experience; to him, the wounds are worth feeling so proud. Encantador moves automatically, not consciously aware of where his body is taking him, but soon enough he finds himself at a lesser-used oasis, rarely frequented by the herd. He�s about to lower his head to drink when he realizes he is not alone.

Jerking his head up, he stares at the stranger with wide eyes for several tense moments. Please, no. I can�t handle another one, not so soon. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and hoarse. �Who are you? What are you doing here?�

six-year-old stallion of the desert;
son of el barroco and writhe

Sorry for the wait!

Replies:

Let there be fire. - By BADR July 31, 2012 at 06:45:03 AM
- to the sea, the sea of love - By encantador August 2, 2012 at 03:34:10 PM
  - x - By canta August 13, 2012 at 01:08:02 AM

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