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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 29, 2013 at 04:00:36 PM by O R H A N

In truth, Orhan did not care too greatly about the state of Arcana's physical appearance from an aesthetic point of view. When they had first met, he too had been lathered with sweat and dirt and one of his nostrils had been crusty with dried blood. Not looking one's best seemed to be a hazard of living in the desert. Just last year, during the winter rains, he had developed rain rot on his barrel: a great bald patch of itchy, scaly grey skin which had persisted for some weeks, until the summer sunshine had arrived again. His mother, too, was perpetually near-emaciated. But Orhan knew how important first impressions were. No doubt Arcana did not want to appear weak in front of him, as he her. Endurance was an utmost virture in these harsh lands, after all.

The colt listened intently to her, though he tried to disguise how interested he was with a lazy swish of his tail. So she is an orphan. He was not an orphan, but he knew all too well what it was like not to know one's father. How strange that they should have something so earth-shaking in common. Was it a sign? He nodded sympathetically, hardly listening to what she told him about Bayard. When she questioned him, he experienced a jolt of uncertainty in his gut, remembering how he had selfishly led her away from the main oasis. He dropped his head guilty. "That was my mother. She's the only one who lives here with me." Orhan thought about telling Arcana why he had led her away from El Aran, but the words caught in his throat. He closed his lips again, briefly.

"So, um, why did you come?" He imagined it too good to be true that she would say something like, 'Why, for the pleasure of your company!' Bayard had seemed the overly-protective sort; the colt could not imagine that he had let Arcana go easily.

Orhan

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

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the girl who became a tree - By Arcana June 4, 2013 at 00:51:46 AM
- dust becomes us all - By O R H A N June 9, 2013 at 02:55:42 PM
  - the girl who became a tree - By Arcana June 13, 2013 at 09:21:30 PM
    - dust becomes us all - By O R H A N June 20, 2013 at 03:07:59 PM
      - the girl who became a tree - By Arcana June 21, 2013 at 01:54:05 AM
        
        x - By Orhan June 21, 2013 at 12:46:20 PM

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