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.
a welcome arrow through the heart


[so sorry for the wait!]

Encantador nods at Sahara's introduction, and a small, secretive smile tugs at his lips as he watches the colt yawn widely. He has never felt any particular affinity with children - it was not so long ago that he was one himself, after all - but nonetheless... Ah, to be young again. "Are you tired, Kade?" He teased gently, for it was all too obvious that the boy was exhausted from the journey. Again Encantador felt a stab of sympathy; he even felt guilty, as though it was his fault that this boy had to be caught up amidst all this tedious grown-up business.

He looked up then, electricity dancing along his spine and alerting him to the fact that neither Debonaire or Razvan had responded to his greeting. He frowned slightly, feeling nonplussed. Evidently his attempt at soothing frayed nerves had failed somewhat. Then Debonaire began to speak - the first time Encantador had heard his voice - and what a speech it was! A maelstrom of emotions began to flicker in Encantador's abdomen, particular as such words as 'scorn', 'enemies', 'revenge', and, when Debonaire turned his attention to Razvan, finally, 'debt'. And with that, the buckskin turned tail and left, raven tail swinging behind him.

Encantador was dumbfounded, confused, and even the smallest bit offended. Debonaire had come to his land and said not even a single word to him: no greeting, and definitely not any explanation of what they had been so feverishly discussing before he had made his appearance among the group. Flicking his ears back, Encantador continued to stand staring after the stallion for several moments, telling himself that perhaps Debonaire was just tired and irritable from the swim and the argument that had followed directly after. Surely he is not normally like this. Feeling an awkward silence pressing down on them, he struggled for something to say. "What... just happened?"

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