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.
Beyond the Doubtful

RAZVANmale // paint // five // blue roan tabiano // fifteen.three // frost

Razvan gave Neassa a smile as she spoke her name when the sound of a sheik brought his attention away. Raising his head and casting his golden gaze over he spotted Kade. Another grin planted itself upon his black face as he could now look upon both his children as they met. What he didn’t like was how Sahara separated herself from them. Razvan was fixing to go over to her but that was when Alexa collapsed. Worry washed over his face as his eyes turned to her as she lay upon the ground and he lowered his head down to her. Gently nuzzle her jaw he sighed softly. “Are you okay?” he hoped that she would be as he hadn’t gotten her back that long and he really didn’t know what he would do without her. Just as he didn’t know how to handle Sahara not being in his life the length that she was. Oh how he hoped that would never happen again.

Raising his head away from Alexa he rested his golden gaze upon Sahara. He was confused on why she hadn’t joined them but was afraid to step away from Alexa to go and find out. Turning his gaze back down to the mare that lay beside him he hoped that she would listen. “Please just rest Alexa. I’ll be right back” he said as he reached to nuzzle her again before stepping away.

Walking up to Sahara he was hesitant to reach out to her. Would she snap out at him with that fierce temper that he had seen while around Debonaire? Razvan could only hope that she wouldn’t and so taking his trust in her he reached out his nose to gently brush it against Sahara’s shoulder. “Sahara” he said softly and affectionately. His golden eyes closed as he drew in her scent and waited for her to lash out at him.
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