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.
The devil is in the details




"Of course," she replied in an even tone, although she was surprised at his passive gratitude. To El Aran, it was assumed that any member of the herd —be they second, third, or first in command— would share information about water, grazing, and other essentials of survival with everyone who shared the territory. It was a common courtesy her people had observed without question, and often she had to remind herself that horses were different here on the Islands.

The seer turned her head to regard Mellow more fully as he replied to her question. Whereas the sun slid over the stallion’s scarred body and made his bold coat shimmer, El Aran’s own black body seemed to soak up the sun and swallow it. Crossed between the proudest breed on four legs and the most vainglorious, she had inherited a slight dish to her face and none of the legendary Akhal-Teke sheen. She was as bland and average as any other horse, unlike her companion. Some might have called Mellow handsome, but to El Aran his every movement seemed contrived, as if he were putting himself on display. It distracted the mare and not in a way that was positive.

Having never heard the word “novel” used to describe something new, it took El Aran a moment to comprehend what the stallion meant. After a slight pause she nodded her head in understanding. The silence that followed added distance between them, and for a time the seer drifted in her own thoughts. Concern for Daenerys and interest in Encantador’s whereabouts occupied the forefront of her mind, but it was not long before she recalled herself to her duties. "I am El Aran," she introduced herself. No doubt she would be seeing the red dun again; it was only appropriate to initiate an exchange of names.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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