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 Gods contend in vain
Posted on July 18, 2012 at 07:52:31 PM by El Aran




El Aran did not like the night.

Once again, her dreams were troubled, and she deliberately kept herself awake at the edge of the oasis as she stared out into the desert. Encantador’s sister was at the front of her mind, both as a subject of blame for her restless sleep and a creature of mystery. How was it that her coat had been so brilliantly marked, as the yüce from the Gods were? Encantador’s own coat was plain in comparison. Was there more to him than she realized? Had her Goddess led her to these islands and through countless stallions and herds and finally to the thieving dunskin stallion due to his lineage?

Encantador. His name was weighted with meaning but it was a meaning she was not privy to. He had planted a thought in her the other day, when he’d taken her to see the expansion of their territory, one that had taken root deep in her heart and begun to sprout during her interaction with Samson and his sister, Misty. The thought of Encantador’s friend distracted her for moment. Next time the black mare came across the girl, she would rebuke her. Her brother would be fine in a bachelor herd, and there had been no excuse for her to challenge El Aran’s reasoning. The black mare snorted, ducking her head to rub her teeth against an insect bite on her leg.

The arrival of Valencia and the discovery of her relationship with Encantador has sent the tiny seedling in her chest into full, vibrant bloom. Despite her disinclination to sleep and dream, despite the minor herd politics that tugged at her mind, despite the day-to-day guilt she fought against for having abandoned her herd, El Aran was happy. She lifted her head and smiled.

Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia



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