<font color=4f6367 face=times>have heart%01 my dear; we're bound to be afraid</font>

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.

have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid
Posted on June 27, 2012 at 05:38:19 PM by e n c a n t a d o r

e n c a n t a d o r
Encantador looks sideways at his lead mare when she speaks, and in his brown eyes there is puzzlement. He knows immediately that she's speaking of Dany, and to a degree, he feels the same way. But the mare he'd come to love in secret has disappeared so many times that he's unsure whether the hurt in his gut can ever be restored - even if she were to return again. He feels a deep-set, consuming anger at her inconsistency and is truly coming to realize that, perhaps, he should move on. Perhaps they should all move on.

He sighs. "We need to rebuild it ourselves, rather than waiting for things that might never come," Canta answers in a low voice, and drops his head so that his nose lingers near the sand beneath his hooves. His eyes trace each individual grain, and for a moment he marvels at how such a small thing can help to create something so vast. And yet, if even a single grain were to disappear and never return, the desert would still exist. The world would go on. When El Aran questions him, he takes a moment to wonder if she's deflecting. Does she truly believe that only Dany is the sole cause of their grief? Does she not see the bigger picture?

"I just... worry," he finally admits, but still he doesn't look at her. He lifts his head as a dusty wind rises to tangle his mane, and gazes out at the mountains in the distance. "Something needs to change. We need... closure. We need to move on." I don't know if I can forgive her this time, is what goes unsaid.

six-year-old stallion of the desert;
son of el barroco and writhe

Replies:

The Gods contend in vain - By El Aran June 28, 2012 at 06:35:00 PM
- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By e n c a n t a d o r July 2, 2012 at 01:58:32 PM
  - The Gods contend in vain - By El Aran July 3, 2012 at 04:53:33 AM
    - who do you think you are, running 'round leaving scars? - By e n c a n t a d o r July 8, 2012 at 01:13:22 PM
      - x - By Canta July 8, 2012 at 01:13:44 PM

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