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.
who do you think you are, running 'round leaving scars?


e n c a n t a d o r

At first, he thinks it is El Aran. The dark, lithe form sprawled awkwardly in the sand sends a knife of fear through him, and he doesn’t hesitate in racing across the dusty plain with his hooves slipping and sliding on the uneven terrain beneath him to reach her.

But then he realizes. Where his lead mare’s coat is night-black, this one’s has faded to a burnt brown. Where his lead mare’s body is muscular and strong, this one is skinny and spent. And too tall, he guesses as he stands over the body with his head tilted in concern, though it is hard to tell with the stranger on the ground. Definitely male, though.

He stands there for long moments while he catches his breath and decides what to do with the creature.

Eventually he steps closer and gently nudges the bony black stallion with his muzzle. The stranger is so thin that Canta is worried he might break if handled roughly, so he pulls away without a second attempt at physically rousing the male, his hanging hanging low and ears pricked as he watches the body for signs of life.

”Hello? Anyone in there?”

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




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