The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS


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 25, 2012 at 04:50:44 AM by Razvan


Razvan sighed once the call had ended from his muzzle. He flicked his black ears forwards as he cast his golden gaze around while waiting for an answer or appearance of this new stallion. Nothing. Maybe he had presumed too much in hoping to make a new friend by calling out to this seemingly lonely soul as he caught no other equine scents in this territory.

Just about to give up hope, Razvan suddenly saw a figure approaching. He was pale figure, one that was rather sun bleached. Had this brute been here longer than the painted boy first concluded? Since he had been staying on this island for quite some time he knew it was his fault on not knowing these things since he hardly had left the humid hills during his claim there. His golden gaze never left the figure as he approached at an easy trot and it seemed he had traveled quite a ways to answer Razvan’s call. The sweat that had started to form on the stallion was a telling sign of such.

Expecting a demanding or even rude comment upon arrival, Razvan was surprised at such friendliness that was presented instead. A respectful nod was given in which he returned easily before listening to the words that flowed from the stallion’s lips. Encantador was what the stallion called himself in which Razvan made sure to store in his memory so that he could always remember, whether this pale man became friend or foe.

“Razvan” He answered with his own name once Encantador had finished speaking. What brought him here? Plenty of things and yet nothing. Razvan had not willingly come here or had he chose to, yet his stumbling hooves had carried his sickly carcus here. “I wished to see who the new leader of the Desert was and also looking for a new home” It was bold to already speak those words yet Razvan wasn’t one to really skip and hint around a point. Might as well state his business and get things at hand settled quickly and efficiently.
Photobucket


Stallion—Paint – 5 years – 15.3-- Blue Roan Tobiano with golden brown eyes
-- html made for frost by joey




Replies:

Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->