<font color= "#80767a " face="dawning of a new day" size="2px">~ your soul of light;</i></font>

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.

~ your soul of light;
Posted on April 28, 2020 at 00:34:52 AM by Najaat

~ your soul of light, your wraith-like figure

She has failed her. She had promised that she would always protect her, but now they are separated and she didn't even know if she is alive. Her heart clenches in her chest as the realization begins to sink in, that maybe she would never see her sister again. She has been there since she was born and had always been her sister's fierce protector.

The sun's sultry rays shine down on her dappled back as she swims with even and precise strokes. I can not lose help. She gently reminds herself as an island begins to rise from the sea and her heart quickens in her chest. She still holds onto hope that stallion she had met briefly, has had better luck then she has. The ocean floor begins its slow descent toward the sandy shore and her hooves connect with the solid ground. The water's froth around her legs as she trots through the crashing waves, it sparkles and glistens as she strides through it. She only slows long enough to shake the excess water from her dappled coat.

Her eyes grow wide as she looks out at the vast sands that stretch before her and her breath is caught in her throat as a sultry breeze kisses her skin. This feels like home. The sands whisper with the wind and shift beneath her hooves as she steps from the waves and onto the hardened sand. She moves with grace and poise as she steps into the Desert, now to find the stallion.

She travels into the vast sands, her steps are deliberate, her head swivels atop her curved nape, and her tail raises high on her haunches. A nicker echoes across the desert sands. She jerks her head in that direction and begins to make her way toward him. As the familiar face draws closer, she can feel the tension return to her muscles along her withers and neck. She slides to a halt and raises her head high on her neck as he approaches.

With wary dark eyes she watches his approach. A snort leaves her flaring nostrils as she reaches her hoof out and paws at the shifting sands. "The Desert sands are apart of my soul," she pauses dramatically, "And so is the Oracle. Did you have any luck?"

Najaat - Alkhal Teke - 5 years old - Rose Grey
the fierce protector of nowhere

html, art & character � erin

Replies:

oh, i haven't got a brain - By scarecrow May 1, 2020 at 10:13:47 PM
- Dive deep in dark blue, my sweet - By Mazarine May 3, 2020 at 09:02:38 PM
  - You don't need to be perfect - By Libra May 18, 2020 at 11:39:53 AM

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