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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.
I have a thousand things to say to you



A'idah
I have a thousand things to say to you.


The wind tosses her sun bleached blonde tassels, whipping it in tendrils around her delicate chest. She closes her honey eyes letting the full enjoyment of the breeze wash over her. For a single moment she allows her guard to relax as she strays between now and the past, she feels a mix of emotions well in her chest. She feels confusion and pain, and whole well of emotions she can not even put a name to. Why must it all be so confusing?


The seagulls swarm above her, they dive to and fro while they squawk back and forth. She lays her ears into her mane, her gaze remains on the birds as she rears onto her back legs. Come here altair! As her hooves land back on the wet sand, she prances on light hooves as she begs the flying altair to come closer. "Cowards." She mutters to herself as the birds move their insistent squawking farther down the beach.


Above the sound of the crashing surf she hears a neigh, she halts in mid stride her ears flick above her head. In one swift graceful movement her delicate head rotates on her nape, her honey colored eyes search for the source of the neigh. She closes her eyes tightly shut before opening them once more, it was him.. Orhan! She can feel her heart quicken. She takes a hesitant step towards him, than another and without a single thought she is swiftly trotting down the beach towards him.


She parts her dark lips and a high pitched nicker erupts forth, it was a nicker reserved for those who she had thought of every single day. As she approaches her honey eyes begin to flick over him, the sheen in his coat gone. His ribs are beginning to protrude from malnourishment and she even noticed the limp in his gait. She slows before him, in fear that if she bumped into him too hard it would send him to his knees. "Orhan... What has happened?" Her concern is written across her face. What had happened in her absence?


Egyptian Arabian - 14.2 hh - 8 years old - Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano


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