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.
FEARLESS ON MY BREATH (herd meeting)
Posted on April 10, 2015 at 03:31:04 PM by orhan



☪
ORHAN

The stallion's nostrils quivered as he tested the air, his eyes showing white as they roamed the skies above. Thick, heavy clouds hung over the desert, having rolled in some time during the night, and the humidity sat like a damp, warm blanket on his skin. This was how Orhan knew it was autumn. Likely there would be a little sprinkle here and there in the coming weeks, and then when winter hit, the rains would truly come in all their refreshening glory.

It was the same cycle he had known every year since the day he was born, and he welcomed it. Storms brought life to the desert, stirring the plants into bloom and replenishing the supplies of water that would carry them through the coming seasons. They brought the herd together too, both emotionally and physically as they huddled together under what sparse shelter there was.

But it could not come soon enough. His herd had expanded, and yet still it seemed scattered. In close proximity though they might have been, Orhan had yet to see evidence of any close bonds between the mares, and this worried him. A herd without bonds was a herd broken.

His eyes lowered to scan the oasis, which sat nestled before him on lower ground, and searched until he had found the distant silhouettes of Vesti and Izzy. The chestnut mare had not seemed the same since the birth of their daughter, and that was perhaps the worst of it all. There was a distance between them now that had turned his intial anxiety at becoming a father into frustration and sorrow. He had hoped that giving Vesti space might have healed whatever hurts she had, but as the days passed and his daughter grew before his eyes with hardly a glance in his direction, Orhan began to wonder if Vesti was keeping their daughter from him deliberately.

It was time to tie all these loose threads together. But how to go about it? He was not a stallion for fanfares and grand gestures; even the thought of having everyone's eyes on him at once was enough to make his stomach turn.

Orhan stood there in the sun and contemplated for a few minutes, fighting against the waves of doubt crashing in his gut. Then he began to descend toward the oasis, placing each hoof in front of the other at a leisurely walk, and emitted a call that would reach everyone's - well, almost everyone's - ears. Carisa would not hear him, but hopefully when she saw that the others were gathering together she would follow suit.

The stallion stood as tall and calm as he could muster, ears pricked and eyes keen as he awaited the others' responses.

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


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