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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.

like the desert needs r a i n
Posted on March 21, 2012 at 05:34:12 AM by soraya

Mustang Blood .::. Buckskin Paint.::. Young Heart .::. Birdsong 2012

steel gray orbs observe the stranger intently, quietly judging the situation at hand. her gaze moves over the sandy stallion, taking in his features, and calmly assessing him as they stand in close proximity. he has her coloring, though he is larger than she, and his demeanor is easy and nonthreatening. realizing she has no need to be wary with him, despite his dangerous charm, her lips turn upward slightly in a small smile of greeting.

she is about to ask him about the lay of the land, when the sound of hoofbeats in the area suddenly reach her sensitive radars. her smile is quickly replaced with impassivity--she is careful to ensure that no wariness or challenging glare mars her features.
turning towards the sounds, she notices the silhouettes of several other males at once. she does not recognize the first two, but as they approach, she dips her crown low in greeting. she quickly gathers that they are leaders in this clan, and that the gentleman that had greeted her previously was a newcomer much like herself. her mind is sharp and it only takes a moment to understand that if handled incorrectly, this meeting could become disastrous.

wearing her ever-present look of cool elegance, she allows the men to exchange pleasantries first, calmly waiting for her turn to make her introductions. she does not wish to disturb the conversation, so she merely tilts her head in acknowledgement when debonaire greets her specifically. however, when at last it is polite to do so, she parts her lips and begins to speak. her voice is unwavering, gentle and lilting. as always, her words are like rich honey, grazing the surface of the barren landscape.

please pardon my unexpected visit, i do not mean to intrude. i am named soraya, of the badlands, and i had hoped only to become acquainted with my fellow desert dwellers.

it is true; the vast island of salem had called to her traveling heart, enticing her with new lands to explore, unknown adventures, and unfamiliar faces. tuffluck had been more than willing to allow her to go, and she had been grateful for the great trust he had placed in her. and though she knows cannot repay his kindness, she has been trying to become an ambassador of sorts--the very least she can do for being allowed this bit of freedom. most ladies never have the desire to taste foreign winds, but tuff luck had understood the need coursing through her veins.

all of these thoughts press at the corners of her mind, though her features are proud and impassive. she briefly wonders if her decisions have been wise--if these stallions will be unwelcoming or even hostile. however, being the strong-willed beast she is, she decides there is no turning back, and stands among the men without fear.

positioned there in her typical unmoving stance, she has almost forgotten about the third resident. that is, until his form begins to move closer to the group. she immediately recognizes mellow, her first acquaintance here on the islands, and she sends a warm nicker in his direction. flicking her long, obsidian banner away from her dust stained pillars, a polite smile curves her dark lips; the only indication of her pleasure at seeing his familiar face. she senses his understanding at the small gesture however, and re-adverts her attention to the party in it's entirety. her tresses sway along in breeze and though her appearance is casual and nonchalant, she is curious about the story unfolding.

S O R A Y A

you taught me how to live without with rain;
you are thirst, and thirst is all i know.

Replies:

Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan March 21, 2012 at 11:12:42 PM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 06:41:17 PM
  - it�s not the destination so much as the journey - By DEBONAIRE March 26, 2012 at 02:16:20 AM
    - x - By Canta April 15, 2012 at 03:27:35 PM

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