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



His lips twitched with satisfied humor when she chuckled before saying that she wouldn't trade the Desert for her own home, but a home was special to those in it. He nodded. "I couldn't agree more. It's more of what I'm used to, anyway." He snorted softly as he looked around. Most probably wouldn't understand if he tried to tell them about his captivity in a dirt pen for four years of his life. All the island horses he'd run into so far looked at him like they had no clue what he was talking about when he mentioned humans so he could only guess it would be the same with Persephone. Most looked at him strangely when they saw him here in the Desert, told him he didn't belong and such, but he disregarded it cause he would prove them all wrong. Here was where he would thrive because maybe he wasn't built for the climate, but he had adapted to it out of necessity and so it had become a part of who he was.

He could tell he had her interest when he mentioned ungrateful mares. He almost expected her to jump to their defense immediately and tell him he was probably just being a jerk and yeah, he most likely was. But instead she wanted to know names and said that she hoped they didn't give him too much hassle. He chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing I can't handle. It seems most of you mares don't like nicknames." He gave a little smirk as he waited for her reaction. When he asked about Luthien, she sighed and that caused his own ears to prick with interest. Seems she had a lot on her mind. Maybe it was because she was the first mare besides Geneva to show him any actual respect or positive attention but he found himself really interested in what she had to say and he actually wanted to be helpful.

She was honest, telling him of a war that was coming with a stallion called Warsaw. His head jerked a little at the name, if only cause he'd heard it quite recently. He stored the information away for later that the stallion apparently ruled another island. She said that he was harassing her herd and her allies and that war was, for sure, coming. His skin rippled with anticipation at the idea of bloodshed, but he kept his face neutral. She said she was trying to let others know who could get caught in the crossfire but also trying to figure out Warsaw's allies. He could tell she was watching him closely. Shaking out his mane, he snorted. "Well, I had never heard of this Warsaw before very recently, actually. A mare came to raid my herd and as I drove her back into the sea, she mentioned that 'Warsaw sends his regards.' If he is any ally of hers, I can assure you that he is no friend of mine and if it were up to me, I'd snuff him out entirely just for endangering my mares."

He stomped his hoof in the sand, his eyes narrowing as he thought about the taste of the mare's blood from their little brawl before she ran back into the ocean. It would not be the last he saw of her, he was sure, cause he wasn't one to stand back and take it. He glanced back at Persephone as she cautioned him to keep his guard up. He smirked. "I don't think I've let it down since I arrived on these islands. Seems there's drama around every corner. It's enough to keep one's blood flowing, for sure." He already had the fresh marks to prove just how many run-in's he'd had since coming to the islands. Ivar, Rougaru, the strange mare who tried to raid him, Bahadir, and Bhaskara. Just an ever growing collection of the horses who had tried to put him in his place. They'd learn soon enough that he'd already found it and they were just stepping stones to get there.

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