<font color=#e4e0d7><i>�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.�</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.

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.�
Posted on February 22, 2015 at 02:10:20 AM by el halin

El Halin

El Halin�s dark eyes linger on each of the breeder�s features as he lifts his head and then slowly rises to his feet. He is thin but not slender, his body compact and proportionate to his height. The only attractive bit about him is the silver in his hair. But the High Seer has not come to this land to find an acceptable breeder �only her God, Uzay, will do for that, and He has not seen fit to take a mortal form and walk the earth with her. El Halin is here to join the Desert herd. She flicks her gray tail and dips her dished head in a shallow nod to the unnamed stallion as he speaks.

�Forgive me for disturbing your rest,� she says with a small smile. �I would not have done so if the circumstances had been different, but I am so thirsty.� The High Seer is barely parched. Her mind wants her to think she longs for water, but she knows her body is still hydrated. It is only the fact that she is back in a desert climate that drives her instinct to drink the resource she can smell on the dry wind. �It has been a long time since I have been in a desert,� she admits as she climbs the low dune to join the stallion as he turns to lead the way. El Halin will walk shoulder to bloodmarked shoulder with the breeder in a display of respect. She doubts he will have any concept of the honor she affords him with this action, not that it matters. Her action is not sincere, the respect showed for the breeder not genuine. It is a means to an end.

She eyes him side-long as they walk, her neck arched and dainty nose tipped toward her gray-dappled chest. �I have just recently come from the Crossing, though I have crossed many miles before that to reach this place. I appreciate your hospitality,� she adds. �It was unwise of me to travel so far into a territory that has so little to offer in regards to resources, but I have missed this climate and scenery so much I could not help myself.�

mare // arabian // fleabitten gray // fourteen.three hh // seven // uforia

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare�

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