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.
TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA
Posted on February 4, 2012 at 00:59:17 AM by BARON


Baron knew his own mother was living and breathing, but none of it mattered. She didn’t matter to him. For all intensive purposes she had been dead since bearing the colt. She had been dead to him since dumping him on the fringes when he was old enough to survive on his own. None of it had ever mattered to Legacy. What he hoped the mare now realized was that she was a selfish, spiteful bat of a woman who had never grown up. The bay mare was a child, a petulant one to boot. Baron resented her for leaving him on his own all those years ago. He couldn’t help but think what would have happened if maybe she had stayed around, maybe she had been a mother, maybe she had actually raised her son. At the same time he didn’t care. None of it mattered. The colt may as well have been raised by wolves, yet turned out just fine.

Just fine.

Encantador had always been a sort of role model for the young man. He’d heard things of his older brother, the one that was a prince of sorts. Princely. As the creature of two royals this man was no doubt a prince. None of his mother’s resent was hereditary. Baron surged forward, stumbling a bit as he pressed his cheek to the neck of his brother. That’s just it- they were brothers. None of the rank or standing or what have you mattered. This was his brother, this was his family. They shared blood.

”I t-think-k s-so.” The voice of the young man shook, welled up in his chest. The entire dunskin body was shaking, every tiny muscle beneath his skin was quivering just a little bit.

Baron had grown taller. Encantador was more handsome. The dun markings that carried through both men had become more prominent. The taller, longer legged man seemed to be more of an amber shade of buckskin, the shorter retaining more of their father’s reddish shade. Ears and legs had been grown into. Neither of them was a gawky child anymore, not on the surface.

Quietly, into the shoulder of the man that he had searched for all these years, the stallion spoke. ”Welcome home, big brother.” Everything was beginning to feel right about this place again, but it was clear that things were far from settled in the mind of the half blind young man.

swimming through sick lullabies

BARON

|El Barroco X Legacy|



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