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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.
it’s not the destination so much as the journey
Posted on February 14, 2012 at 00:33:10 AM by DEBONAIRE



The only rules that really matter are these:
what a man can do and what a man can’t do.


The sight of Salem looming from the sea – a barren, lifeless rock – was all too familiar to Debonaire, who had encountered the island by chance in his wanderings. It had been a rough time, those three days he had spent here – the relentless heat. The burning ache of a parched throat. The sting of grit in his eyes. Speaking of which – as Debonaire heaved himself upon the shore, he promptly received a face-full of sand. Snorting to expel the particles from his nostrils as he fought the tug of the surf, the stallion whose hide was only a few shades darker than the creamy turf of the beach blinked his dark eyes rapidly to clear his vision before observing his surroundings.

He is just settling in for the wait when a mare and her colt likewise erupt from the sea. A smile curves his lips, but Debonaire’s does not approach the pair. He knows all too well what Sahara is likely to think of him after his recent stunt, although her inevitable suspicion – and possibly even dislike – was completely unfounded. Bobbing his head downward in greeting, the tawny brute watches mother and son interact, the composed formality of his features thawing into a wistful, sentimental expression. Ah, to see a family together again…it would be worth it in the end, he tried to assure himself. Worth the enemy he had undoubtedly made, the ire he had stirred, and the betrayal against his very self.

But was it truly a betrayal of self? Though Debonaire sought to mask and suppress the emotions that were rooted into his very being, it was a reflex to the hurt of being cast away from his own family at a young age. Likewise with his move here – reflex. It wasn’t like him to get involved in others’ business, or matters of the heart – but upon hearing about the family that had been sundered by the careless, mare-hoarding Midas, Debonaire had thrown sensibility to the wind.

Truth be told, it had been all too easy to gain possession of Sahara under Midas’s very nose. The golden brute had been busy dealing with the repercussions of his act – mainly the ire of another stallion, but also by keeping a weather eye on Razvan. His awareness stretched thin, he had not noticed Debonaire steal into his lord’s territory and swiftly herd the family pair out. Briefly, the beige gent had considered seeking Avasha as well, but the perceptive Midas was not likely to be that blind, and so Debonaire had made off with only one prize.

Reentering the present, it occurs to our stallion that dearest Razvan is nowhere in sight. Heaving a soundless sigh, his gaze turns outward to the sea, while lobes point inland, listening for Encantador, whom he has no doubt will also make an appearance.


Debonaire
gentleman || 6 years || buckskin || arabian mix || 15.2 hands
|| voiced by Reba ||



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