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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 16, 2020 at 02:50:29 AM by CAIN

The Vanner stallion couldn't stop pacing restlessly on the shores of Salem. His gaze constantly roamed over the ocean waves, brown eyes fixed on the Crossing and the Lagoon, where his current Lead Mare was being held against her will. He'd already followed them to offer a deal, but he had yet to hear back from the leader and he was growing restless by the day. Melisma couldn't stay there. He wouldn't allow it. Even if he had to harass the Lagoon's borders every day until he was eligible to fight for her freedom, he would do it. He just wanted a quicker answer so there would be no risk of his future son or daughter being born anywhere else but here. He couldn't allow that to happen.

He hated all this waiting. He wasn't good at this. He felt so helpless. Snorting, he pawed angrily at the wet sand, sending it splashing against his own back legs as he arched his neck and pinned his ears. He wanted to lunge back into the waves and make that damned golden stallion answer him. He wanted to make him see that he was going home with Melisma and that was final. He didn't like the idea of staying away from the Desert for too long. Look what happened last time that happened. He knew he needed to be here, but it felt like a part of him was still raging across that ocean, yearning to have the dark thoroughbred back here where she belonged.

Sighing, he leaned down to grab a bite of grass, but it tasted like chalk on his tongue. He hadn't been able to properly rest or eat for days. Not since she was taken. It felt like the very sand shifting beneath his hooves, turning his world upside down once again. Shaking his head, he sent his tangled mane flying as he suddenly took off across the beach, splashing up water with each stride of his saucer-like hooves. His muscles bunched beneath his tobiano coat as he galloped, nostrils flaring as he stampeded forward like a true war horse. Whatever happened, he would make it work. One way or another, Melisma was coming home.

Cain_stallion_7yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert

Father to: Akello(x Vihaan), ~~Legolas(x Geneva)~~, Paisley(x Primrose), Carbon(x ~~Geneva~~), ~~Zena(x Zubeia)~~, Twinge(x Harlequin), Vulcan-adopted (x Berit), Enoch(x Berit), Ahimsa(x Vihaan), Sinai (x Berit), RouLette, (x Harlequin), and Phoebe (x Melisma)

photo by JNix@Shutterstock

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