<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 29, 2015 at 06:35:33 PM by el halin

El Halin

El Halin wishes to know what is keeping Iftikhar. The red mare should have returned to the Desert by now to confer with the High Seer, but the bloodmarked mare has seen nor heard any sign of the volatile warrior since their last meeting. She wanders the sands now �not aimlessly, no, but also without obvious purpose. The last thing she needs is for one of the mongrels from the oasis to tail her. Ostensibly, El Halin is out for a starlit walk.

The sand holds no hoofprints, and the light wind betrays no distant sound. It does, however, carry the unmistakable scent of stallion. The High Seer flares her nostrils and breathes deep. Maslakhat. Perhaps Iftikhar will be on his heels, though when she tests the air again there is no evidence of a companion with the Akhal-Teke. His skinny form is not long in appearing on the horizon. She waits patiently for the breeder to come within earshot, but before she can speak he addresses her in a low voice. El Halin leans closer despite herself, rounded ears pointing directly at the stallion as he delivers the good news.

It is Iftikhar�s own fault she is not here to see the deed done. El Halin dismisses her absent companion with a disdainful flick of her dark tail and looks past the stallion. Her dark eyes detect no movement on the horizon, and she brings her gaze back to his thin face. ��ok g�zel,� she purrs with a tight smile. �I knew you would prove your worth, given enough time. Now,� El Halin steps forward, stretches her refined face closer to the stallion. Her exhale is soft but the question it carries is hard and rattles from her mouth like rocks: �Where is she?�

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

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare�

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