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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.
let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.



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



A wry smile crosses his dark lip as he jokingly replies, "Life. Yet her frown deepens as he continues. What had happened in her absence? Her frown deepens as he tries to convince here that he is fine. "I believe you." She says simply. She could feel that there was so much that had happened, but she trusted he would tell her eventually tell her what had happened since she left the Desert.


A moment passes between them as their eyes meet, the life that once sparkled brightly in his honey eyes is now dull. "I could swear you are a vision, A'idah." A smile forms on her dark lips, she had been called many thing but a vision or a dream had never been one of them. She takes a step towards him, her dark lips brush his shoulder before she turns her lips to his neck. With a playful tone in her voice, she whispers."Orhan, I am real and perhaps a really good dream." She pulls her delicate head back so that she could see the reaction on his face.


Her tone grows more serious as she answers his question. She takes a half a step back so that she is standing face to face with him once again. "I am here in hopes that I can stay this time." She says quietly, she had no interest in leaving Salem unless Orhan did. She sighs before continuing, the next words were painful as they leave her lips.


"Unless you need me to leave."


She immediately thinks of El Aran, and with this thought her muscles tense beneath her chestnut coat. She vividly remembers the threat the midnight black mare had uttered to her. She nervously turns her delicate head towards the Desert, her honey colored eyes scan the vast expanse of sand, searching for the mare. As her eyes scan the distance she returns her honey gaze on Orhan, as her eyes settle on him she can feel the stinging pain of that day once again. He had chosen HER once before, why would he not do it again? Maybe she really needed to ask herself WHY she was here. She can feel a lump developing in her throat as the emotions wash over her like crashing wave.


She shifts her weight uncomfortably and bites her lower lip as she waits for him to send her away.


Egyptian Arabian - 14.2 hh - 9 years old - Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano


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