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

Beschea

He spoke sensibly, but it did not lighten El Aran’s mood toward him. He had still come into her home unannounced and while he expressed sympathy she did not trust him. The black mare snorted and flicked her ears back, and in doing so caught the sound of the approach of another. She turned, keeping the stallion in view, and watched a mare who looked similar to the curly-eared stallion joined them. Her ears pinned completely, and she cow-kicked at the other mare to warn her to keep her distance. Was she completely blind to the tension that reverberated through the air between the two black horses like the waves of heat rising from the sands? The seer did not welcome her presence as yet another stranger in her home.

The sweat began to dry off her black pelt and she exhaled a deep sigh. She worried, faintly, of Orhan, but not enough to look around for him. Her attention shifted to the stallion, The Gladiator as he’d called himself, before she looked back at the mare. She would share this space with the black stallion only because he was right. And if it turned out he was as much a bastard as the other fools who’d trespassed, she would drive him out. The Desert had helped her remove Renaissance, and her gods had removed the foreign seer as well. She had full confidence in her ability to drive out another horse if it turned out his presence was detrimental to the health of the herd.

"This is my Desert," she replied, lifting her chin to look down the slight dish of her nose at the other mare. "I am El Aran, the lead mare of this herd. Why have you come here?" she demanded. The few horses who had stumbled into the Desert on accident and had been stupid enough to keep walking through the relentless heat had been annoying and deplorably dependent. She did not have time to babysit, not while she was trying to gauge the worth of the stallion she would be relying on for protection until he, too, disappeared.

el aran
Seer of Aşk.

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