<font face=times size=2 color=5B594F>just come home%01 come home</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.

just come home, come home
Posted on February 7, 2012 at 11:07:39 PM by encantador

Baron didn't provide Encantador with what he really desired - a name, something that might reignite a fleeting memory of a whisper on the wind, anything that might give him an idea of who his poor little brother was taking the trouble to cross hooves with - but Encantador admired his younger brother all the same.

A shiver despite the heat swept down his spine, and he closed his eyes momentarily, remembering a time when he had decided to flee rather than fight. In truth, Encantador had never shed another's blood before, and in that respect, he was not unlike his sire. Yet, his reasons were of a completely separate kind, for his lack of experience in battle was just that - a lack of experience - while El Barroco had been morally opposed to physical violence of any kind.

"You're a braver stallion than me," he joked, a wry smile curling at his lips. Despite his humor, he knew how well it was true. Baron, despite his disabilities, was going to make it, and even if he didn't, he was going to try. Encantador, meanwhile, had shied at every opportunity to prove himself, and it was with a secret shame that he regarded his brother, as well as a sort of envy. Encantador, the elder, and yet shorter: a king of nothing but sand and dust, a king without commitments or knowledge.

How pathetic he was; yet he dared not speak of his concerns to his brother. Not when Baron obviously looked up (despite the fact he was taller) to him. "I... I'm sorry for running off all that time ago. Dad's death... it just got to me, you know?" Encantador averted his eyes, shuffling one hoof in the dirt as the image of his sire's pale body bobbed, bloated and rotting, in the waves of the harbor.

"I'll be living here, now, though. So... when you win the hills, my door will always be open."

e_ n_ c_ a_ n_ t_ a_ d_ o_ r
html, text, and character by shiva

Replies:

TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA - By BARON February 10, 2012 at 08:26:57 PM
- x - By Shiva February 10, 2012 at 08:56:36 PM

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