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.
bite me



The mare was careful to hold her ground where she was. Cain didn't know a lot about borders and such but he knew where his land was and where her scent seemed to permeate the very air. His nostrils wrinkled back in protest. He would have rather had the whole island to himself but at least it was a mare on the other side. He wouldn't have been able to tolerate it if a stallion came to try him. A mare made it all the more amusing. His lips only curled back further as she said that she would defend herself. He gnashed his teeth in anticipation. "Oh, but darling, I love it when they defend themselves. Make the meat taste all the sweeter." His eyes twinkled with excitement , though of course she had to go and ruin it by talking about her son again. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he stomped a fore hoof.

"I consider myself a natural handyman so give it a whirl, sweetheart. Skin to skin contact makes me all tingly inside." He gave a shiver of anticipation as he chuckled. When she spoke again, he tilted his head, listening as she spoke of trading fillies and such. He snorted, not liking the idea of giving up horses. He didn't even have any to give so why would he offer up future members? That didn't sound like a good deal to him, at all. He would take what he wanted. She warned him to stay away from his herd and he chuckled again, leaning toward her. "Oh, but you'll be begging for my company, come breeding season. Visit anytime, lovely. You don't even have to knock." He gave a wink as he pawed the ground and tossed his head, arching his thick neck as he looked her over again. He lifted his head, watching as she turned and took off. He couldn't help but call out after her. "I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave!"

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