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 wear this crown of thorns
Posted on October 16, 2017 at 10:31:28 PM by scylla


scylla -----
by anawar out of daenerys


Scylla hadn’t lived in the Desert for long compared to the time she’d been trapped in the Ledge, so she may not be the best judge of the feel of the environment. As far as she knows, when she and her mother had arrived in the Desert, Encantador and El Aran had lived here alone, yet it hadn’t felt as suffocating then as it does now. She tries to ignore the chill of foreboding that races through her and leaves her uneasy. What could possibly be wrong with this landscape that had once been her saving grace?

She doesn’t bother to shake the remainder of the seawater off her pelt, instead enjoying the barrier her wet skin provides against the summer sun’s brutality. The air is as thick as she remembers and she can’t deny that she’s missed it, although she may just be projecting her feelings for the Desert’s old inhabitants onto the Desert itself. She’s interested to hear from Orhan if he’d ever branched out after his mother’s death or if he’d stayed here his whole life to keep the Desert in the family.

The heavy sand delays Scylla’s notice of the welcoming envoy but she is surprised at how quickly the figure approaches. She feels a pang of disappointment that it isn’t Orhan but she is curious about whoever it is that the stallion has sent to greet her. The young mare is beautiful and Scylla’s eyes drift over every inch of her. Trained at a young age to be alert and observant, the monochrome mare doesn’t miss the quick flash in the girl’s eyes that so resembles the look that had passed through Orhan’s when he’d mistaken her for his lost love.

She stores it away for a moment, not wanting to start with what is probably a sore subject. Orhan had appeared to be agonizing over trying to find Arcana, so it would likely upset anyone who knew the mare that she hadn’t been found. ”I’m Scylla,” she replies simply. ”I ran into Orhan last fall; our parents knew each other but we had never met. He invited me back here and said that if he hadn’t returned by the time I arrived, his son Koray would be happy to let me stay.”

She hopes her next bit of news won’t put the same dejected look on Evren’s face that had ended up on Orhan’s. Her tone gentles as she continues. ”He told me about looking for Arcana, and I promised I would keep an eye out for her. I’m sorry to say that I haven’t seen her.” Her heart pangs in sympathy, knowing intimately the feeling of not knowing if she’d ever see her mother again. She only has suspicions about Evren and she’s not about to ask, but regardless of the relationship, a missing loved one is always painful.

Scylla’s gaze wanders off into the distance for a moment, wondering if Orhan had not yet recovered from his apparently lengthy search and that’s why he hasn’t appeared. She looks back questioningly at Evren. ”Has Orhan come back yet?”


nine - black tobiano - mixed - 15hh
html by tricky. character by Alison.


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