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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.

dust becomes us all
Posted on May 3, 2013 at 09:20:49 PM by O R H A N

Thankfully, she does not protest or question why he takes her out of sight of his mother, so the skinny colt leads her in silence, arcing wide and gently to the left until they are travelling west into the light of the afternoon sun, back the way Arcana had come. All the while, his mind races, and he sweats, though not of out exhaustion. Orhan is nervous, his mind a fog. He is all too aware of the heat of the filly's presence at his right flank; he had not been so close to her the first time they had met, and it is equally parts unsettling and exhilarating. It is the first time he's been so near another of his age, in fact, or even so near a female other than his mother. And he had thought of her often over the past few weeks. It is a good thing they travel at a jaunty jog, otherwise she might be able to see the fact he is trembling.

Soon she speaks, and he almost flinches in surprise. "Orhan," he replies in his youthful tenor, glancing at her casually from the corner of his eye. His grey lips offer the tiniest suggestion of a smile, but he is too guarded, too uncertain to offer her a full one. So he continues to lead her, his hooves slipping messily and uncharacteristically in the sand more than once as they crest and descend several more dunes. At some point, he rather suddenly veers off to the right to climb one final dune, a great monster twice the height of the others with stunted little cacti peppering its top. There, he pauses briefly, to allow Arcana to catch her breath and appreciate the sight of the hidden little waterhole below. It is smaller than the other, but its grasses are unspoiled by teeth or hooves, and it is more secluded, being nestled into a shady little valley.

Orhan descends, exhaling deeply through his nostrils. He seems to relax some as they near the quaint little pool and the cool relief of shade washes over him. "Sorry to drag you out here," he murmurs, not looking at her. "Just be careful; there are sometimes rattlers in the grass." The colt waits, expecting her to quench her thirst.

Orhan

"Dust becomes us all, in the end,
and when it blows free, so do we."

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