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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.
Born From The Devil Herself.



Mare / 4 / Mustang x Australian Stock Horse / Chestnut [ee aa ] / 14.3hh / Aldiva x Mattimna /
html by revive for MeggieBoo

A Stretch. A Yawn. Another Stretch, And then finally a great big heavy weight plopping down on the unsuspecting mare.

"NEASSA!?" Alexa's head instantly popped up from under her curled leg. She was glaring daggers at her roan daughter, who's rear seemed to think her mothers belly would be a nice place to sit. The growing girl only smiled, and slowly got up, but only to plop right back down again. " Get off..." Her mother snapped. Alexa was only grumpy when she first woke up. Sighing in relief as her daughter wandered off, she laid her head back down. Neassa wasn't done yet though. A loud shriek in Alexa's ear had her head back up again. She laid her ears back in displeasure. " Fine. I'm up, so what do you want?" she eyed her annoying girl. It had better be a perfectly good reason, she thinks, eyes narrowed.

"Papa is calling," she giggles, motioning with her head toward a dune. Alexa listened closely, and just like her daughter said she could hear Razvan's faint calls. Now hearing that had the chestnut beauty up on her wobbly legs. She swayed a little, but after a few minutes she was on her way; a big smile on her face. "Wait for me!" Neassa called, charging after her mother. The filly was glad her mother was doing a lot better now, the limp in her step had finally healed up; thanks to Neassa. I'm not even going to tell you how she did that. It Just took a lot threatening, and tripping her mother everywhere she went so that she'd at least lay down for a while. Giggling, she trotted after her mother.

"Razvan!" Alexa called as she neared the top of the large sand dune. Her eyes were filled with love as she looked down at her stallion. Since Neassa was just happily trotting along and had closed her eyes, she didn't know her mother had stopped. So when Alexa went to carefully step down the dune, her careless daughter ran straight into the back of her legs, sending her mother sliding down the side of the dune. "Oops..." The roan filly looked down at the ground, knowing she was in for a scolding. She followed after her dam, though being more careful.

Good thing Alexa had been raised in the dunes, and had spent time playing in the sand. Placing her hoofs carefully she eased herself down the dune slowly. Her eyes were narrowed as she watched her daughter. Turning away with a snort, she went over to Razvan, a bounce in her step. "Love," she softly says, her muzzle reaching to touch his, " where have you been?"




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