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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.
It's going to be a long night OPEN
Posted on September 13, 2011 at 06:07:06 AM by Elvira










Time had been kind to our girl in the past, coming and going without ever making its presence known but as of late it seems to crawl past at a dismal rate. Mornings drag into the afternoon’s and nights seem never ending, it is the perfect example of ‘same shit different day’ and this leaves our normally active girl feeling as useless as tits on a bull. She had been here for some weeks now and still hasn’t meet anyone other than her leader Evolutional and for the first time she is experiencing loneliness, one of the few things she doesn’t know how to handle.

With a heavy heart she trudges through the sands like a lost cause, she has so much to think about and yet her mind remains’ empty of most things though the nagging sadness is becoming harder to ignore. The light of the afternoon is being replaced with an empty darkness that is slowly creeping towards our girl bringing with it another wave of self-evaluation and from past experience’s; it’s all downhill from there. Feeling defeated was a hard emotion for her to swallow; she has always had a positive outlook on the world and of herself though her confidence has dwindled somewhat giving way to her fierce temper that sits bubbling under the surface. Things where not going good for the pretty doe.

Giving a heavy sigh she comes to a halt standing exposed in a small clearing framed by scrub, the world seems even more distant tonight. An uncomfortably chill is present in the air, prompting her to consider where she was going to hide from the night’s frost; it wasn’t a hard decision to make. She casually makes her way towards the thicket, in no hurry for she knows there is a long night ahead of her

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OOC Sorry its so poorly written my muse is dead, trying to resuscitate.

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