<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 March 18, 2015 at 05:27:07 PM by el halin

El Halin

El Halin walks alongside the breeder with even, unhurried strides as they ascend another low hill. This Desert is not completely flat, but neither does it boast immense piles of sand like in the Dunes. Walking here is easier than in the heart of the neighboring territory, and she is glad that this is the land she has chosen to infiltrate. Her mind flicks briefly to Iftikhar and she wonders how her red friend has fared while they have been apart, but she does not care to dwell on it, especially given her current company.

�Likely, there are,� she responds with a smile and a quick glance at his face. �But these Isles are a bit of a legend back home� such a multitude of climates all contained in a string of islands seems impossible, almost heavenly.� She falls quiet to draw in a deep appreciative breath as they near the oasis, and her gaze remains forward as she anticipates seeing the dark smear of greenery in the distance sharpen into individual plants. �You could say I�m a pilgrim,� she adds as the ground evens out beneath them and they walk upon a level surface once more. �I didn�t travel here specifically for this Desert, though I knew of it, and now that I�ve had my fill of blustering winds and snow up to my hocks on the Crossing I decided to give myself a break from such an unreasonable climate. So. Here I am,� she says with a wide smile, her dark eyes gleaming with the unspoken implication that she is here to stay.

El Halin�s confidence shows in the lift of her tail and the high carriage of her head. She has always been proud, though in a less aggressive way than Iftikhar, even when she was younger and her elders deferred to her simply because of the marks on her shoulders. Perhaps other horses haven�t taken much offense to her demeanor given how engaged El Halin seems to be in their personal lives, something that she has found to be supremely successful when gathering information and favors. She tries this now as she turns her head away from the oncoming sanctuary to focus on the breeder beside her, well aware that while she has every intention of calling this place home for as long as she needs to, it is possible she will be driven out if this breeder (or the head breeder, if there is one) does not care for her.

�I take it you live here? You seem disenchanted with your surroundings,� El Halin says. �I think this Desert is beautiful.� She moves her gaze away from the stallion tom survey their surroundings with an appreciative sigh. No matter how much she may be hiding from this stallion, her longing for the heat and sands of a land like her home has not been feigned. El Halin is glad to be here.

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

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare�

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