Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on July 8, 2012 at 01:13:22 PM by e n c a n t a d o r
 e n c a n t a d o r When El Aran does not pull away - when in fact, she leans into him - his heart soars. His ears are bright and wide when they part to regard each other, and he listens intently to her words, his black-tipped ears pricked diligently. He imagines his lead mare at his side while they trek together to meet their neighbors over strange and unfamiliar land. He's so excited - and nervous - at the prospect that he doesn't even think of the repercussions of them both being away from the herd. But when El Aran brings up this point, he nods in acceptance. His gaze has drifted off to the west and his body is relaxed, one hind hoof cocked, when El Aran suddenly squeals and lifts herself above him in an unexpected display of enthusiasm. Heart jarring, he leaps sideways with a grunt of surprise and eyes her uncertainly for a few moments until her point becomes clear. Then, he cannot help it: his laughter rings out merrily across their vast home. Had El Aran been anyone else, he might have denied her; he might have protested that she stay home to keep herself safe from harm. But he has no doubt in his heart that the desert-blooded mare is fierce and invaluable in a fight... perhaps even more so than him. Blood singing and nostrils flaring, he nips the mare's shoulder playfully. Nothing needs to be said. With a shrill squeal that echoes into the air blue sky, Encantador rears before catapulting off, down the shivering sands of the hillock and across the plains. six-year-old stallion of the desert; son of el barroco and writhe |
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- x - By Canta July 8, 2012 at 01:13:44 PM
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