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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.
This road never looked so lonley[encantador/any]
Posted on July 1, 2012 at 02:31:07 AM by Sýlvia




I don't ever want to let you down;

Sylvia could not tell you how many days she dreaded waking up to the unbearable heat that the desert was well knowing for. She remembered growing up wishing for any season but summer. Her pale coat and fair skin caused the poor girl to burn consistently much like her parents and it caused a lot of discomfort and sleepless nights. Sylvia was so thankful when her father finally moved them and she swore to herself that unless for a good reason she wouldn’t think about returning back the dry place. However now; she had a very logical reason, Encantador.

Sand swarmed around her in waves as the wind blew against her. It clung to her perlino and porclin splashed hide like glue. Breathing in sharply Syliva could taste the particles on her tongue and some even got into her eyes which stung slightly making her close them constantly as she embarked deeper into the desert. Everything around her brought back so many memories both good and bad that she felt like she was walking down a lonely road being shown her childhood to her on screen. The still air engulfed her presence and in the distance she could hear the eerie cry of vultures as a couple of them flew over.

Not seeing or even hearing anything around her Sylvia switched direction and instead of continuing in the middle of the lithosphere she headed towards the mountains hoping she’d at least find one of Encantador ‘s mares and perhaps they’d tell her if he was around. Sylvia assumed it probably would have been best to leave the brute a note informing her of her visit but it really wasn’t her style. Sylvia lived on sporadic moments and didn’t plan anything she generally went with the flow and when a thought came to mind she acted on it. It is the soul reason our quiet mistress is here sticking out like a sore thumb against the deep brown sand and green sprouts of grass.






S Ý L V I A
Don't you understandI'm never changing who i am



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