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.
look down! look down!

V e s t i

of course i was a f r a i d
Vesti had not expected El Aran to approach her so soon after she and Orhan had completed their own discussion. She had been having a debate in her head over her conduct. Vesti argued that her conduct was her own and therefore the Voice would do best to shut up and let her talk. The Voice, meanwhile, retorted that they were both in this and clearly Vesti did not have the right judgement to make these things. She might have sunstroke again.

Vesti felt the eyes on her first then turned her attention to the mare eying her. Vesti felt the scrutiny, but she felt like she passed some test when the mare spoke. She had seen the black from a distance, of course. She’d even come close once or twice to breaking her exile. But that hadn’t really worked and she had always torn off into the deep desert.

She nodded, though.

“Yes, in daylight,” Vesti said. She sighed and looked at the other mare. “Perhaps this was overdue. But… I have not been one for company in a few years.” True enough. After Badr had left the Dunes, and his replacement had come and gone, Vesti had started on her own journey. First to the Hills, but there had been none there to greet them. Then she had traversed back towards the Dunes to find them empty. And so, she had wandered.

Exile had it’s benefits. It meant that she had plenty of time to herself and her own musings. Her own adventures and explorations. She knew the lands of Salem now. Every oasis, every spring. And all the ways to move on this isle of sand. Her lithe body spoke of the adventures; her sorrel coat scattered with blonde tips.

“You don’t leave this place much, do you?” Vesti asked. She had often wondered why the mare’s scent was so overpowering but only here. You could always tell when the winds swept past this oasis because of her. Also, Vesti would have expected her to have been followed once or twice by now.
|| mare || seven springs || 15.0hh || morgan x quarter horse || sorrel || belongs to salem || grai and kel ||
|| unknown x unknown || blushie ||
but I wasn't going to let fear s t o p me
html and character by blushie 2014 and on;; picture by Jonathan Kos-Read on flickr


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