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Your Queen | ||
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Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
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Posted on November 25, 2012 at 07:05:03 PM by el aran
True to its name, the Desert was deserted. Wildlife flourished around the oases and even across the flat, hot sands, though most of it emerged at night after the air had cooled. El Aran alone stood tall in the sun, invigorated by the dry heat that seemed ingrained in her bones. Her ears were forward as she stood at the edge of the main oasis, her head high and her eyes bright. She felt alive.
The past few months had been wonderful, and she doubted she would ever forget the sight of her son crossing the sands for the first time, or the panicked note in his voice as he’d squalled for her to slow down. He was older now, and bigger, and still the most handsome horse she’d ever seen. He’d be irresistible once he matured. It was a tragedy that Encantador was no longer alive, for both son and father might have shared an enviable bond. She looked up at the wide, empty blue sky and wondered what the dunskin stallion had anticipated for his afterlife. They had never really spoken about anything together that did not involve the good of the herd. She had not imagined life without him; his death had left her in a state of shock. She lowered her head and looked out over the sands. She loved to watched the wind kick up the small particles and whirl them about. Her gaze moved out further and she saw the sudden shimmer of a spirit. She closed her eyes and breathed a prayer for the lost soul, and when she opened her eyes she made a point of looking at the sand near her hooves. Those who stared for too long at the spirits were doomed to become one themselves. She snorted and pawed at the sand by her hooves before she half-turned to look back at the oasis behind her. “Orhan,” she called as her dark eyes searched for any sign of her pale son. “Come here. I want to tell you about your father.” el aran
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- dust becomes us all, in the end - By O R H A N December 3, 2012 at 06:10:11 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran December 14, 2012 at 08:03:33 AM
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