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



He let her take her time in exploring the Desert with her eyes, watching the fascination cross her gaze as she took it all in. He smiled to himself, quite proud of the land he'd decided to call his own. As she moved toward the water, he followed in her wake, giving her space but continuing to watch as she waltzed right into the water and lowered her head to drink. At her question of enemies, he snorted and tilted his head. "If you don't think you can handle the other mares..." He had a challenging tone to his voice, one brow lifting in a taunt as a smirk tugged at his lips. Did she really think he would get involved if there were quarrels between his mares? He was sure as the herd grew that there would be misunderstandings and disagreements, but his job as lead stallion was to protect them from outside threats and keep their home safe. He didn't want them hurting each other but he knew there was bound to be blood spilled over ranks and such.

He would interfere only as necessary to keep the bloodshed to a minimum but he didn't mind seeing who would come out strongest in a spar. He didn't mind having strong mares, after all. When he teased her about not being able to force her into anything, she thought for a moment before lifting her head, saying it was true but he was persistant. He smirked, his eyes gleaming. "Then I guess I've found something I'm good at." She seemed surprised when he let out a sound of pleasure when her teeth found his skin. None so far seemed to understand his particular relationship with pain, but then, none of them had the upbringing he did. For a moment, he thought she looked almost aroused before she said that he might find himself the bearer of more scars and nothing to show. He chuckled and tossed his head. "Then I'll wear the scars proudly and linger on the memories that brought them."

As her teeth found purchase on his skin once more, he let out a groan, not even caring if she drew blood. His skin tingled at the pinch but when he returned the favor, she was quick to toss her head and throw out a kick to which he shifted his weight closer to her, letting her leg skim his barrel instead of finding purchase. Her tail swatted at his chest and he chuckled again, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He couldn't get enough of watching her. She was indeed a valuable little gem to his herd, but he was finding her to be quite different from the others. In a way, maybe he did crave some kind of connection that went more than just that of a stallion and his herd. Maybe she would be his gateway to that. He found himself wanting to be in her presence more, to understand her. Maybe in time, she'd even come to understand him a little more.

She said that they would see and he grinned in response. "Challenge accepted." He growled the words, his eyes gleaming with a dark promise. She had managed to get away from him this breeding season but there would be another and he hoped to still have her within his reach. Maybe next time they'd be closer and she'd be more accepting of his lineage. Who knows what next breeding season could bring? He suddenly couldn't wait to find out.

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