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




El Aran prayed. She prayed for peace for her people, for rain for her herd, and for sleep without dreams. She stood with her knees locked, head hanging and her dark eyes squeezed shut as every breathless plea that passed her lips conjured the faces of the horses she had abandoned, horses who she would likely not meet until she began her journey to Öfori, long after war had consumed their physical bodies.

Prayer was a useless endeavor. The black mare knew her gods would only help those who helped themselves, and so she would find her own way to defeat the memories that poisoned her sleep.

Lifting her head, El Aran relaxed her legs and took a few steps forward to ease the tension that still pulled at her muscles. Lately she’d woken up sore and trembling, her coat already carrying a sheen of sweat before the sun had even coaxed it from her skin. Those mornings were the worst, for she could not recall her dreams from the night before. Only a lingering feeling of despair remained.

“Blood of my blood,” a familiar voice said, and El Aran turned her slightly dished head to watch as the painted body of her friend Dany approached. The seer was still confused by the emotions running so high upon her sister’s return, and now that it appeared it was just the two of them, she could raise the subject and perhaps receive some clarification.

Extending her nose toward her sister, El Aran greeted her with warm breath and a whicker. "I wish we could," she replied, her gaze drifting skyward. How much easier life would be if the gods were but a jump and a step away.

Or perhaps that would complicate things further.

"Where did you go?" She asked, shifting to press her side against her sister. "And what happened the other day? You were with your daughter, and things were so tense— what happened?"

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



sorry for the wait!! <3

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