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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.

your wraith-like figure.
Posted on August 1, 2020 at 07:45:18 PM by Najaat

~ your wraith-like figure.
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She breathes laboriously. And her heart stutters in her chest. What has brought the wrath of the gods on her? The abandonment of her sister?

She clinches her eyes shut as she tries to push the evil from her mind. But despite her best efforts, the fears and the anger well up in her heart and root itself. She is a failure and a fool. She swallows back the tears that brim beneath her veil of lashes and threaten to spill across her cheeks. A shutter runs the length of her body as she tries to hold back the tidal wave of emotions. Mother had wanted her sister safe and now she lays here... with the crows circling. And no closer to discovering where her sister is.

The soft shuffle of hooves in the sands draws her eyes to open and surprise flickers in her dark gaze. It is the erkek. Her brow furrows. Why would he come?

She swallows back the venom that threatens to spill from her lips and just nods as he whispers her name. "It is," she croaks and remains with her head against the pillow of sand. The silence spans between them for a few moments as she gathers the strength to push herself from the sands.

"I anger the gods," she whispers into the still air "and they show their wrath," her dark eyes can not bring themselves to look up at him. Shame forbids it. A sultry breeze wraps passes over her and shifts the sands across her dull, rose-colored coat. She pulls a ragged breath through her nostrils as she pushes herself up from her side. She blinks back the sand in her eyelashes and her heart quickens.

Her sight is splotchy and rimmed with black. She swallows back the fear and the panic that rises in her throat. She wills her body to move as she staggers to her feet. She stumbles but remains upright. Her sides heave with effort.

"I can't see.." she finally admits.

Alkhal Teke - 5 years old - Rose Grey - Mare
Fierce Protector of the Desert

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