The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS


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.
Live through this lie
Posted on August 10, 2016 at 08:40:49 PM by S H A M WARI


Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived.



My hooves sink easily into the loose sand. At first it's a bizarre feeling, the hot pebbles rising above my coronet band, the laboring steps I take over the hills. But it quickly becomes tiresome. My nostrils flare, begging for oxygen as my body tires under the relentless heat. It doesn't take long for my rich red coat to darken with sweat. The heat here is dangerous.

The first time I'd seen this place my thoughts were young and naive. I thought it was exotic, beautiful in its own right, but hot. As an adult I find myself admiring those who adapt to such harsh conditions and call this place home. They're not the kind I'd want to fight in battle.

I could smell others of our kind here but I could find no traces of them. I knew there must be a spot, a place of refuge for them somewhere tucked away in here, and as their scents grew stronger, I only hoped I was getting close.

Orhan appears in the distance the size of an ant -- his sun burnt colored coat nearly all but blends in with the mounds of sand, aside from the darker points in his mane, tail and legs. I halt, deciding to give myself a break before he reaches me. When he does he approaches apprehensively, but still friendly in manner. I dip my heavy head to him and nicker in a low, hoarse tone. We are both older now. I think I'm a little bigger in my girth and less lanky than the last time I've seen him, and I can see the stiffness in him as he too, has aged. Time is rarely kind.

"Orhan. My name is Shamwari. We met some years ago when I was boy from the Lagoon and foolishly stumbled across your borders." I say causally. "I've always remembered how kindly you treated me."

It's true. Few stallions had shown me any kindness at that point in my life.

"Pardon the intrusion but I am looking for my sister. Her name is Vita Nova. She was last living in the Bay with a stallion named Nephilim, but has been homeless for some time. I was told that she was still here on the islands so I've left my home in the Prairie to find her."



| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury




Replies:

Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->