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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 27, 2019 at 01:51:56 AM by CAIN

He knew the heat of the desert wasn't for everyone, especially those heavier in build like he was. He had adapted to this kind of environment over years of exposure but most of these island mares didn't have that. He found himself checking on the mares more often, especially Geneva. She was round with his child and he knew she wasn't used to the desert. She stayed here for him and he couldn't show his appreciation enough. He knew the snow didn't really come here and the cool breeze was only a temporary relief. At least at night in the desert, it tended to really cool down. He was glad he'd gotten to show her that underground cave with the cool spring. He knew she probably took advantage of that a lot but it wouldn't be the same. Maybe once this foal was born, she could go to the free lands and get out of the desert for a little while. He didn't mind watching his child for her if she felt better when she came back.

The bay mare looked like she was ready to pop, but he couldn't imagine any mare looking more beautiful. He'd never seen a pregnant mare before this season and he couldn't get enough of watching the mares of the Desert as they grew rounder. He could of course tell that it wasn't all fun and games for them. In fact, most of the time they looked downright miserable, but that shouldn't last too much longer. Then they'd have a new bundle of joy to raise and he would get to help and watch them grow. He couldn't imagine a more perfect life. It was worth all the fighting with mares like Bhaskara and watching the insolent ones like Leonid walk away. He couldn't wait to see the magic of foal birth. He was patrolling the dunes when he saw the brown and black silhouette coming of the cave and heading to the oasis.

Smiling, he let out a nicker and trotted toward her. "Geneva, how are you doing? Do you need anything?"

Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert

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

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Replies:

The Race of Women - By Geneva December 28, 2019 at 07:40:50 PM
- any other name would smell as sweet - By Primrose December 29, 2019 at 10:17:02 PM
  - bite me - By CAIN December 30, 2019 at 00:50:27 AM
    - The Race of Women - By Geneva December 30, 2019 at 11:42:32 AM
      - any other name would smell as sweet - By Primrose December 31, 2019 at 08:35:51 PM
        
        bite me - By CAIN January 2, 2020 at 03:23:09 AM
        
        The Race of Women - By Geneva January 2, 2020 at 01:08:36 PM
        
        any other name would smell as sweet - By Primrose January 3, 2020 at 01:12:44 AM
        
        bite me - By CAIN January 4, 2020 at 03:43:37 AM

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