<font face=times size=2 color=5B594F><i>nobody ever says goodbye%01 but i don't mind</i></font>

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.

nobody ever says goodbye, but i don't mind
Posted on January 27, 2012 at 05:51:00 PM by encantador

When the tall stranger spoke, his voice was calm and deep, with a sort of baritone rumbling that only came with maturity and experience. Thankfully, there was still nothing hostile in his countenance, despite the odd metaphorical quality of his words, and immediately Encantador felt out of his depth. Here he was, a youth, still untried and untested in battle (though this stranger did not need to know that), thin and lanky and out of shape, a king of nothing but sand and dust and rocks, speaking with a voice of authority to one who no doubt had seen far more than he would ever hope to see. It was as if he were a fawn talking down to a buck.

He felt this self-doubt so strongly, so poisonously, and yet he knew also that he must not let it overwhelm him. He may not look the part of a lead stallion, but he remembered from the days of old when he had reigned in the harbor as his father's fresh-faced heir and had been bold enough to steal mares beneath the noses of their mates. He did not relish the memory of such immorality, for he had matured greatly since then - and the grief over his sire's death had sped up that process up somewhat - and yet he drew on this to remind himself just what was expected of him. It would not do to cower and look pathetic before a stranger who could probably wring his neck if he wanted to.

Thus, Encantador shifted his weight in as casual a manner as possible and did his best to return the stranger's expression of polite interest. "When you live in a place like this, you live to be bothered," he joked, though his inner anxiety prevented any easy-going smile from reaching his ashen lips. "Name's Encantador. What can I do for you on this fine day?" He was all too aware of the irony as he said it, for though the sun was high in the sky and the sky as blue and vast as a mirror of the sea, it was still swelteringly hot and dry, and he could feel sweat beginning to trickle uncomfortably between his loins. He could only begin to imagine how harsh the sun's relentless rays felt to this poor stranger.

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Replies:

.your bloody majesty. - By Mellow January 27, 2012 at 09:25:48 PM
- nobody ever says goodbye, but i don't mind - By encantador January 30, 2012 at 06:43:17 PM
  - .your bloody majesty. - By Mellow February 2, 2012 at 10:03:21 PM
    - x - By Shiva February 7, 2012 at 04:52:31 PM

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