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.
Beyond the Doubtful
Posted on January 24, 2012 at 08:31:40 PM by Razvan


Razvan had went to the Humid Hills his last time, announcing his departure. Where would he go now though? The stallion had wandered aimlessly without any sort of direction intended. If he passed into another stallion’s territory then he was unaware, only that the scenery changed little by little the farther he went. Days he spent like this until finally the painted stallion decided it was time to make a change. He had a mare that cared dearly about him and they had a foal that she still carried within. The Frozen Falls was not a place for a child to be born and so he must do something about it. It pained him enough to think that his other child that he was having with Sahara would be born under another stallion’s watch. The thought of Sahara gave the sickly stallion strength to make a difference for Alexa. At least he had not lost her.

Seeming to open his eyes for the first time in days, Razvan come to a stop to let his dull golden gaze travel across the new landscape that he had come to find himself in. His shuffling chipped white hooves had carried him to the desert, an empty place that he hadn’t thought he would ever go. Who had lived here? Anibus’ name come to mind and with a nod to himself the painted stallion confirmed his own answer. Yet even so the stallion’s scent was long since faded and gone. A new scent had taken its place and Razvan wondered just who this stranger was and should he call out to them?

Yet to decide, Razvan continued to wander on into the territory. He was close to the shore, the crashing waves a sound that still reached his ears from the distance even if he could not see the churning cold waters. His eyes squinted against the bright sun in which he faced as it was making a decedent from the middle of the sky as it reached farther into the day and would soon be night. There was still many hours left of the light but at this point the blue roan paint wished it was dark. The hot air was burning his nose as he drew in the dry air which made the pain in his chest flare more. Or was it because of all the travel he had done recently that had made his pain become more severe? Once he found a home and went and retrieved Alexa his travels would be over until his health had returned or at least gotten better.

After making his way farther into the stranger’s territory and the sound of the waves against the shore left his hearing, Razvan decided it was time to make his presence known. It made him nervous, exposing himself like this. What if this stranger had a temper? It was still breeding season after all and a strange stallion coming into another home was not the best of ideas. Never the less, Razvan breathed in a deep breath of the dry hot air before letting out a loud call to carry across the land and to its owner.
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Stallion—Paint – 5 years – 15.3-- Blue Roan Tobiano with golden brown eyes
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