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 June 6, 2012 at 03:21:10 PM by El Aran




Winter had passed and with the turning of the seasons El Aran hoped to emerge from her extended state of introspectiveness and focus on things that were important. The welfare of the herd, foraging for food and water, and restful sleep ranked highest on her mental list. Since the herd consisted of Sova, Misty, her partner and herself, the desert mare wasn’t quite sure whether the welfare of the herd was at stake. She worried about Encantador and how he was taking Daenerys’s umpteenth disappearance, ignoring her own pang of loss. There was nothing she could do about her sister until the black and white mare returned, and even then her presence was not guaranteed to be permanent. The black mare was tired of impermanence.

The constant heat of the desert comforted her even as dust caked her black coat and the sun cracked her dry lips. These conditions were to be expected, and she liked that she could rely on the climate of her home to be constant. The nights were cold and the days were hot and she could ask for nothing else. Currently the black mare walked the border of her home. Most of the herd, she assumed, was back at the oasis. Perhaps it was irresponsible of her to be so far from the other mares but Encantador had expanded their borders and she was curious just how distinct the edge was between the desert and the other lands on Salem.

From what she could tell, the lines were not very distinct at all.

Looking up from her dirty hooves, the black mare saw a mirage. "Aşk, bize kurtarmak!" she cried, throwing up her head and averting her eyes. Her gaze fell upon the hooves of the vision that had appeared a few feet away from her, and she noted the dust clouding the air around its feet. An apparition could not kick up dust. Slowly, she lifted her eyes. The mare she saw looked more physical the second time, but El Aran was still in awe of the coat pattern that dominated nearly the entire back of the other horse. Her smoky cream pelt seemed to shine in the sun and the blanket on her hindquarters was extensive enough to reach nearly to the base of her neck. "Are you a Goddess?" she asked in a small voice. And in case the mare was, El Aran’s eyes dipped away from her.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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