The Lost Islands
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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.
.Wild Roses Bloom By Fire.

i'm a wild child
simple yet experimental.


The wind was dry but still a something of a comfort to a body that carried two souls, her frame wet from perspiration welcomed the breeze. It was rather tranquil at the oasis, none disturbed her and she felt perfectly fine. Nesrin fell to her thoughts again. Now she pondered if she might have a filly or a colt. Either would be an absolute delight to the first-time mother she thought. She wondered if the child would carry the handsome traits of its sire, or her desert-born features…perhaps a lovely mix of both worlds she hoped. She pondered names for a daughter finding Parisa a favored name, and for a colt…she could name him. The name of the older stallion who had stolen her heart when she was not quite a woman yet came to mind…and he was in her head again. Thoughts of him evaporated as she was alert to movement through the foliage. She held fast but was tensed to flee if necessary.

Soon emerged a stallion, his coloring pale and like the sands…much like her own coat. To her surprise he had not noted that he was barely a several strides away from another soul as he moved to take a drink. The sahib seemed to be in low spirits, and rather than consider him a threat, the young Nesrin instead found herself pitying him. Her eyes however, only revealed her curiosity when at last he did look up to meet her. She managed a smile as she offered him a reply after a few moments.

"Merhaba. Hello yourself. I am Nesrin. Who might you be?" It was out of respect perhaps that she greeted him in her native tongue. Just the same her greeting was perhaps more casual than those of the Arabian bloodlines, which was simply her preference. Nesrin could not fully betray her inquisitive nature though she knew she needed to be more mindful for the safety of her child. The mare was not one to shrink like a witless maid before a stallion, but as a mother had to remember that brutes killed colts, and sometimes any child that was not theirs. Of what nature was this hellion she wondered, and more importantly, just who was he?

ooc:<3


nesrin/ four / mare / buckskin dun ash stained forehead with white smudge / azteca x arabian x akhal teke / 15.1hh
html for vnes by cascadia, 2015 and beyond


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