<font face=times size=1 color=AE8365>FEARLESS ON MY BREATH</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.

FEARLESS ON MY BREATH
Posted on February 11, 2015 at 04:34:26 PM by orhan

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ORHAN

Orhan lay poised on the threshold of sleep for a short time, his mind too active to allow him any deeper rest. Thus, when a gentle whicker reached him, it was with little effort that he bestirred himself from his doze. Lifting his head and pricking his black-tipped ears, he met the eyes of a grey mare he did not recognize. She stood proudly at the base of his incline, cutting a striking figure against the gold of the sand, though her stance was not aggressive: only curious, and confident.

"Merhaba," she said, and to his surprise, Orhan realized he could understand her. Though he could barely string a sentence of El Aran's mother tongue together nowadays, all he had learned from her still sat dormant in his mind, simply waiting to be awoken. Before he could gather his wits and respond, however, the mare continued, switching to the common language of the islands. It was then, as the angle of her head caught the light of the sun, that he realized exactly what he was dealing with: an Arabian. Self-consciously he gathered his legs beneath him and rose, not bothering to shake the dusting of sand that clung to his legs and barrel. A mixture of suspicion and excitement battled in his belly, and briefly he wondered if this mare was a relative of A'idah's. But A'idah did not speak our language, he remembered, a slight crease forming between his eyes.

"Elbette," he finally murmured, and dipped his head to the mare in a belated greeting. "I am sorry, you caught me off-guard. Have you come far?" From atop his rise, he began to angle his sand-caked body away from the stranger, indicating that she should follow him.

ARABIAN / AKHAL-TEKE / MUSTANG - 15�1 - EE Aa nCr - SIX - EL ARAN x ENCANTADOR - SHIVA

Replies:

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin February 22, 2015 at 02:10:20 AM
- FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan March 18, 2015 at 04:23:57 PM
  - �Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin March 18, 2015 at 05:27:07 PM
    - FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan March 23, 2015 at 03:51:11 PM
      - �Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin April 1, 2015 at 01:01:40 AM
        
        FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan April 2, 2015 at 03:18:03 PM
        
        �Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.� - By el halin April 4, 2015 at 07:31:29 PM
        
        [x] - By Orhan April 4, 2015 at 10:35:15 PM

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