<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 August 22, 2015 at 06:06:14 PM by el halin

El Halin

Her eyes narrow as she waits for the mare to reply, impatience deepening her breathing to short, strong bursts, as if she has just finished a sprint and is collecting her breath. �Black and white?� she repeats, and recoils. Disgusting half-breeds. There is no such coloration among her people, and she wonders now why she even thought it could be relevant when the mother herself was no more than a mutt.

Muddled bloodlines aside, the mare�s voice holds an edge as she speaks again, and El Halin utters a snort. �I thought it was important,� she said, choosing her words carefully. She does not want to alienate this herd too much. �I was wrong. This foal,� she says, and glances at the filly. �I have heard of foals like this before. Where I come from they are very rare.� Her eyes hold Ava�s. �None survive.�

El Halin does not doubt that the mare�s grieving will increase tenfold with this information. Hard enough to endure the assault, and to then carry the seed of such a bastard within her own body for nearly a year, and be subjected to yet more physical discomfort when the time to give birth finally comes. This soft half-breed will probably still mourn for the death of a foal she never desired, despite the fact that it was the product of a rape. Still, the High Seer speaks again, as she would to a mare of her own herd in a land where there was no compromise:

�I tell you this only because there is no sense now to waste energy on it. Come away, and leave it to the Desert. There is naught to be done, now.�

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

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare�

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