<font color=#e4e0d7><i>�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.�</i></font>

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.

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.�
Posted on January 6, 2015 at 01:09:15 AM by el halin

El Halin

El Halin is replete from the year she has spent on the Crossing. Her freckled coat has a healthy sheen and her dark eyes are wide and liquid and alert. She draws in a deep breath through flared nostrils and flips her delicate ears forward as she stares into the hot-gold territory that is the Desert. Behind her is the ocean, blue-green and wet and full of salt. It is a desert of a different kind: both host a multitude of lives, but few are suited to living in such conditions.

It has been too long since the High Seer has felt sand beneath her hooves and she knows that soon her muscles will harden from the arduous task of moving across uneven sand while she slims to a more appropriate weight for her breed. Grazing here will be scarce and water fiercely guarded, but El Halin is not afraid of these obstacles. They will challenge her to survive, and the High Seer has always excelled at survival.

She strides forward at a walk and relishes the loose sand beneath her hooves. Further in the ground will harden and the sand will become more packed, but this close to the beach and on the edge of the Dunes, no less, her feet sink beneath the white-gold grains. She hums a war chant as she walks with her dished head tucked in toward her freckled chest and soon picks up her feet to ease into a trot, and before long she can smell freshwater atop the dry heat of the Desert.

The fleabitten gray angles toward the scent and considers her situation. Iftikhar remains on the Crossing to continue their business there with instructions to come find El Halin in a season�s time unless the chestnut uncovers more information before spring. The lead mare is too proud to carry the task that El Halin has undertaken, for the High Seer feels she will be much more successful at integrating herself into a herd than her arrogant, strong-willed counterpart. Iftikhar is competent at many things, leadership being one of them, but her need to be obeyed and her absolute inability to follow the wishes of a Breeder �as the culture here appears to favor males instead of females� make her unsuitable to this.

El Halin, on the other hand, has always excelled at the subtleties required to manipulate and control others. She has not arrived in this territory to make war or be invasive, but rather to mingle with the inhabitants and get a taste for home while she seeks more information on the Blind Seer. The mare with the bloody shoulders is confident she will find answers in these sands, and with a snort she extends her gait to an easy canter. With luck there will be a herd at the first oasis she comes across. If not, it is only a matter of exploring the rest of the territory until she finds other horses and makes her presence known to them, or until they become aware of her scent on the wind and come to seek her out.

Either way, El Halin has come with the intent of calling this Desert home.

mare // arabian // fleabitten gray // fourteen.three hh // seven // uforia

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare�

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