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
Posted on April 20, 2012 at 05:23:41 AM by El Aran




When Encantador started from his thoughts and shot off across the sands, El Aran abandoned her intent to have a quiet bit of peace with him and followed his billowing dust cloud. She arrived on the unfortunate group and skidded to a halt, throwing up sand and grit and dust and taking in the scene before her with quick shifting of her dark eyes. Encantador had just pushed himself between the fallen body of what appeared to be Razvan and a buckskin stallion the black mare had seen only once before, and then at a distance so great she did not recognize him now.

But Encantador’s posture and his ringing accusation made any previous encounters El Aran may or may not have had with the stranger irrelevant. Stepping forward on stiff legs as Debonaire backed away from her partner, the seer stopped and stood poised at Encantador’s side and watched as the buckskin stallion fell. It put her in mind of a day long, long ago when a pregnant mare had stumbled and fallen and been helpless before her black, cracked hooves. Only a snake had saved the Arabian from death that day, and only the stranger’s lack of obvious Purebred lineage saved him from a similar threat of El Aran’s hooves.

With her nostrils flared to show red and her ears buried in her wild, tangled mane, the black mare jerked her chin high and stared down at the fallen stallion from the length of her slightly dished nose. She had no thoughts to spare for the dead stallion behind her as molten energy boiled under her skin, and her black coat began to tremble as adrenaline mingled with anxiety in her blood. The buckskin’s submission was an invitation. El Aran took one step forward to forever eradicate the enemy from their lands.

But he had submitted to Encantador, and thus he was Encantador’s kill.

The black mare trembled and rolled a white-rimmed eye to her partner, awaiting his decision. The fact that she showed any hesitation at all was a testament to how far she had come from her homeland and to the sands that supported her now.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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