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.
a haunting shadow (Cain)
Posted on June 29, 2020 at 05:51:45 AM by Melisma

Meltable

Melisma


After meeting Akello and requesting to stay in the Desert, Melisma had become a ghost. The dramas that unfolded after her arrival was hard to watch for the sake of the herd, but she had not been emotionally attached, and so was just a witness to it all. She seemed to always find herself that way, just standing aside to see life pass her by. Aside from moving here, Melisma had never truly done anything with herself besides exist. Today, she hoped to change that.


The dark mare waited until the sun set before leaving the shade of the oasis, drifting across the sands until she spotted the familiar painted hide of Cain. The moon cast his white to almost a blue color, and his black shimmered as hers did. She offered a nicker towards him as she approached, though she did not expect him to be in a good mood after losing another mare. After all, that was why they had met the first time, was him trying to cope with the loss of a mare.


“Cain.” she greeted as she neared, not as skittish as the first time they had met. That was one thing she had learned while watching these few seasons, was that she did not need to fear the heavy framed stallion in that way. Not as she had feared the stallions of the Lagoon. It seemed not all were made so viciously. “It seems we’re destined to always meet on sad terms.” She was soft spoken, not feeling the need to ruin the silence that hung heavy with the night. “I don’t wish to watch your sadness like before, but I am not a warrior. So, I offer myself for you to trade, so that you can have your mare back.”


Melisma is fearful of what that might mean, of where she might go. But she stands straight before the painted stallion without cowering. Her green eyes watching the lines of his face, and his brown eyes. She could get lost in them, if she allowed herself that luxury, but she did not. All she could focus on, was remaining strong, and trying to make herself useful. Because thus far, she had been completely useless to this stallion, the only one to ever give her a home.

TB Mutt - Ee aa - 16hh - desert

Felony x Zimri




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