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.
what of the quarry ye went to kill?

b h a s k a r a

she only has a moment to stare curiously at the dark figure across the pool from her before she feels a rumble in the earth beneath her, her ears just catching the curse he utters… though he offers it in a tongue that is strange to her. the quiet of the evening, the peace she had felt just a moment before was shattered when the painted beast descends into the oasis and charges headlong into the calm water. At first she watched with curiosity as he threw his fit, understanding why he would be displeased if the smaller dark stallion had encroached on his territory. When he addresses her, however, she finds her mood darken in a flash. She was the furthest from lost that she had ever been. And she is no dove.

the brute has put an immediate distaste in her mind.. there had been nothing diplomatic or calculated about his approach… She had thought if the leader here had been someone she could respect or even tolerate she would be able to remain peaceful..under the radar and just enjoy any small bit of peace she could manage to turn up. that option seemed to be fading quickly…. he seemed somewhat delusional that he could insult her, demand her name and then somehow appease her all at once with his lame introduction. she tries to keep herself from rolling her eyes and is probably only half successful. She doesn’t do much to restrain the sneer that crosses her delicate features when she looks directly into his eye, not put off by his show of dominance, and speaks with words made of iron. a leader does not charge in like a child. you can be no leader here in this place… and you will know my name soon enough. her ears bury themselves in the mess of black mane that cascades down along her finely carved neck and she does not take her black eyes off him, sizing him up. she is still trying to put one piece of the puzzle into its place… where does the other stallion fit in? will he also give her trouble? his only concern now seems to be for the aggression shown by the heavier beast that had approached them. clearly this was not their first run-in…


|mare. bay . desert jungle mutt . 15.2 hh|

|orhan x arcana|

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