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
Posted on November 26, 2019 at 00:57:13 AM by CAIN



He noticed that the first mare who ambled into the Desert didn't even try to escape like those that came after her. It was refreshing but she also lied low which he didn't like. Sure, he had bred her and made sure she would be carrying his child, but he also wanted to make sure she was taken care of and he couldn't do that if he couldn't find her. It was frustrating and he could only search the confines of the Desert so much. He could tell most of the mares here didn't like it but he did his best to make sure they would survive here. He showed them the oases and showed Geneva his secret cave since she was thick furred like he was and less adaptable to this climate. He wanted all of his herd to know the dangers and the secrets of the Desert so they would all thrive here and show the rest of the islands that this place wasn't so barren.

He was patrolling the Desert when he finally came aross the palomino mare's scent. Taking heart, he trotted after the trail until he caught sight of her ambling along, grabbing at bites of grass. Ears pricked, he gave a deep nicker to announce his approach as he slowed to a walk so as not to alarm her. She seemed more skittish than most of his other mares. His tail swished as he got closer, looking her over and wanting to make sure she was holding her weight, especially with the foal growing inside her. He wouldn't have a stunted child. As he got closer, he reached out his muzzle to greet her. "Haven't seen you in a while. You're too good at hiding. Are you ever going to give me your name? I'm Cain." He snorted softly as he waited. It felt like forever since he'd been able to pin her down anywhere to have a decent conversation, let alone exchange names.

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