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 December 17, 2019 at 01:48:46 AM by CAIN



He did it again. Dried blood still clung to his coat from the multitude of bites she landed on his withers, shoulder, and neck while his leg was a little sore from the scrape she managed to put there, but again, he'd come away victorious. He grnned, excitement twinkling in his dark eyes as he pranced across the sand dunes and back toward his herd. Maybe some day the slender bay mare would learn and quit trying to take what was his or maybe she would continue to challenge him and give him the battle practice every season. Either way, he would keep her up on the offer to fight, cause why wouldn't he? Maybe to some, fighting was barbaric and should only be done with absolutely necessary but to Cain, it was a way of life.

Fighting was how he survived most of the years of his life. Fighting was all he knew when he came to the islands. Only now was his horizons opening up and he was learning more about what it was to be a wild stallion. The sand scattered beneath his hooves as he stepped onto familiar terrain. Lifting his head proudly, he reared in the air, letting out a victory bugle for any to hear. He was still the leader of the Desert and as far as he was concerned, that would never change. Not until he handed the herd down to an heir or someone worthy to have it. As he lowered himself back down to all fours, he snorted and tossed his head, shaking out his mane before he pranced toward an oasis to get some water. He still had the taste of the bay mare's blood on his tongue. Not that that was a bad thing, but he could use a drink after all that fighting.

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Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose)

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