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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.
it’s not the destination so much as the journey
Posted on April 21, 2012 at 04:02:01 AM by DEBONAIRE



The only rules that really matter are these:
what a man can do and what a man can’t do.


It is the sound of Neassa's voice that finally lends him strength - the memory of his promise to Razvan lending impetus to the sudden desperate need to rise up again. His return to the conscious world is not quite as dramatically glorious, but like a phoenix he rises from the ashes of his sorrow, finding new purpose and new life in an old pledge. Though he had ultimately failed the roaned stallion, Razvan's family remained - and having sworn to protect them, it would seem that now was the moment of reckoning. There was not a single soul present who was not hurting more than he, after all - though he had been a sort of friend to Razvan, these had been his family, and a piece of their hearts would have followed him in death. It was up to him to soothe - and possibly someday heal - these inner wounds.

He had to guide them, to guard them.

Placing each hoof firmly and deliberately in the sand, he pushes gently past the forms of the two mares, unwilling to use their bodies - as well as the bodies of their unborn children - to ensure his own safety. A spark kindles and blazes in his dark eyes as Encantador focuses his glare on Neassa - he will not make the first move in a breach of their alliance, but he would be certain to make the last. Far be it from his desire to strike the stallion down, but if his hand was forced - then so be it.

"Yes, Encantador."

Debonaire responds simply, without anger or abashment. It was easy to think of Neassa as young, to mistake her as a child who needed protecting - easy to cradle her like the delicate flower she appeared to be. But the tawny stallion had already seen the truth of her inner strength and maturity, and she continued to show it now as she stood strong, despite her sorrow, to protect the ones she loved. For this reason had he conceded to her desire for his foal, against his instincts and despite his misgivings.

If their child inherited even half of her strength, she or he would be a force to be reckoned with.

"What would I have gained from harming Razvan, Encantador? He was not truly my family, but I - I felt him to be. Why else would he entrust his daughter to me, if he had not felt the same? I...I knew something had to be up when he parted with her so willingly, and I followed in the hopes that I could intervene with fate."

His voice breaks momentarily, and he waits for the lump to dislodge itself from his throat before continuing in a voice husky with emotion, with sorrow.

"I was too late. I will take responsibility for his death - as I failed him - but we still made a pact, Encantador, and even in death honor should not be easily broken."


Debonaire
gentleman || 7 years || buckskin || arabian mix || 15.2 hands
|| voiced by Reba ||


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