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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.

CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE
Posted on November 28, 2014 at 05:33:29 PM by orhan

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ORHAN

Athzhilar, yer anna athzhilar.

He stirred into wakefulness, blinking up at the night sky with sleep-heavy eyes. The words sung within him with a realness that was disorienting, as if someone had woken him up by speaking them.

Orhan shook the stiffness from his body and - after ascertaining that his pitifully small herd was nearby - travelled the short distance to the water for a drink. As his lips drew in the cool liquid, he pondered the meaning of the dream: if it had a meaning at all.

Once he had slaked his thirst, he lifted his head and gazed into the heavens, a breathy sigh escaping his lips. "Kazga." His voice was barely a whisper, melting away into the cool night air.

There was movement in his peripheral vision, little more than a fleeting shadow. Immediately the stallion stiffened, and - looking out across the starlit oasis - spied a horse-shaped silhouette approaching the opposite shore for a drink. Still as a statue, Orhan watched the figure and soon came to realize that - not only was it a complete stranger - it was a stallion. An intruder.

A threat.

At least, that was his gut response. Orhan knew the paranoia and fear of strangers his mother had instilled in him from birth would likely never go away, but he was determined to overcome that. Doing his best to ignore the sensation of dread in the pit of his stomach, he arced around the edge of the oasis and approached the stranger with a calm confidence that belied his doubt.

"Excuse me," he called out in a low voice, halting a safe distance away and regarding the stranger with an expressionless mask. "Mind telling me who you are?"

ARABIAN / AKHAL-TEKE / MUSTANG - 15�1 - EE Aa nCr - SIX - EL ARAN x ENCANTADOR - SHIVA

Replies:

[Trouble with a Capital T] - By Jasper December 2, 2014 at 03:31:29 PM
- CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE - By orhan December 10, 2014 at 08:14:49 PM
  - [Trouble with a Capital T] - By J a s p e r December 16, 2014 at 04:03:42 AM
    - FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan December 27, 2014 at 05:19:01 PM
      - [Trouble with a Capital T] - By Jasper December 27, 2014 at 11:58:00 PM
        
        FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan January 1, 2015 at 09:27:34 PM
        
        [Trouble with a Capital T] - By Jasper January 6, 2015 at 01:58:53 PM
        
        FEARLESS ON MY BREATH - By orhan January 15, 2015 at 02:26:31 PM
        
        [x] - By Orhan January 15, 2015 at 02:26:53 PM

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