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 7, 2012 at 10:45:26 PM by BARON


If the creature could simply hole up in the Desert and hide in Encantador’s shadow, he’d be more than content to do it. Because they shared blood, Baron felt as if there was an instant trust. This was his brother, the only one out there that couldn’t hurt him. The dunskin child clung to any notion that there was someone out there who would care. Canta. Canta would care.

The man who was barely over the threshold that called him a stallion instead of a colt basked in the sunshine for a moment. It was lovely here, and warm. The Arch, while his house, hadn’t become a home. It was cold and empty and dark. There were hardly any grasses, even as spring crept in. While he had been removed from the humidity and heat for many years, the child had been raised in it. Sunshine ran in his blood.

Baron nodded jerkily as he was asked if anyone currently lived in the Hills. ”I’m-m goin-n-ng to fight-t.” The creature shook, skin quivering as he spoke of going to battle. It was something that he’d never tried before. When it came to fight or flight when you were on your own, flight was generally the better option. The dunskin young man had been left at a serious disadvantage, seeing as his entire world was filled with things that were flat, but he’d make it.

He always seemed to make it. Beat up? Sure. Broken? Undoubtedly. Bruised? Stranger things had happened. All that Baron knew was that he’d make it. Now that he had an older brother with a shadow that cast far and wide it didn’t matter as much. He’d have an even better chance of making it. Everything would be okay.

swimming through sick lullabies

BARON

|El Barroco X Legacy|



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