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.
Live through this lie







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




There's so much more I want to say to her, to Larka. The words are on the tip of my tongue. My mind is swirling with questions. I feel a sudden heat rise from my loins and spread to my chest and my cheeks. She looks good, great even. There's a sheen to her coat and roundness to her belly that begs me to wonder if she's now carrying Liland's seed. And if that's true, did I ever mean anything to her at all? Her words sear into my mind. I'm imagining the colt I'd never met as a full-grown stallion, living his own life on the mainlands. Did she ever tell him about me? Is there a piece of me in him somewhere at all? I bob my head, at first in acknowledgement and understanding to her explanation. But then I toss it wildly, sending my unkempt mane to lap at my neck as I attempt to rid my mind of these useless thoughts. Hexxus isn't here. I'd never meet him. And instead of coming to the Prairie to find me, Larka chose to settle with another stranger. "Why did you leave?" I manage to croak out, before the mare turns away. "And why did you come back?"

Just moments before, I'd told myself to focus on the issue at hand. I was here to talk strategy, and to lodge a formal partnership with Liland as an ally. Now I'm risking all that on a whim from a past fling. It was a fling, wasn't it? If I truly meant more to her, wouldn't she have stayed? The heat from my gut continues to churn. But it's no longer associated with longing. It stems from the anger and shame I have for myself.

The sides of my barrel rise and fall in a great huff as I try to expel these feelings once and for all. I give Roheryn a short side-glare before softening my features and looking to Liland once again. I take a step away from Roheryn and Larka then, hoping Liland would do the same. I cast my glare over the Desert terrain as Liland describes what's happened since I'd seen him last. I listen to his interest in moving again - possibly soon. "Salem might not look like much, but there's a long history of strong leaders on this island." I say, thinking back to Orhan and Valve, my former allies.

I'm no longer concerned if Larka is still hovering over the conversation. What I came to say needs to be said, and I try to focus on that. "Your former neighbor is wrecking havoc on my neighbor, Persephone of the Forest. Warsaw currently holds her captive." I explain with the flick of my red tail. "She's my longest and most loyal ally, and I intend to help her. We're looking to grow our forces, which is why I'm here. We help and protect each others' families, and I'd vow to help you and yours in a time of need, if you agree to an alliance."

My expression is serious but hopeful now as my gaze falls onto Liland. "Warsaw has his own collection of allies. A rude brute named Rougaru on Atlantis. And he has some connection to Cullen in the Lagoon." I explain. "The more we can recruit to our side, the safer we'll all be."



Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h |
Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl



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