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.
Every time you close your eyes[Orhan]
Posted on June 25, 2015 at 08:21:30 PM by Carisa

She dreamed of paradise
3; MUTT; 16’3; DEAF; RURISK x INDY


Over the past few days Carisa had been afraid of wandering too far from the herd, thinking of all sorts of danger that could be out there should her foal decide he or she wanted to be born right when she moves from the safety of the others. Carisa knew Orhan would most likely have a poor heart attack should that happen, and Cari didn't want to do anything that would lead to that. So she stuck close to the little oasis, just waiting the days out, until morning came around on a quiet day and brought with it a sudden wave of pain that has Carisa gasping.

At first Cari didn't know why she was feeling like this, until her mind went back to a small talk she'd had with her mother; well Indy did all the talking while Cari silently watched and somewhat got what she was saying. With blue eyes wide the palomino looks from the sand to search for Orhan's familiar shape, but he was nowhere in sight and sadly she heard nothing, like always. A whimper escapes her at the thought of being alone at such a moment, until she remembers that her own mother had been alone with her as well. Carisa could do this. Each step was painful as she moved away from the water, finding a soft spot in the sand that was perfect for her to lay on, and stretch out so that she was comfortable. Time seemed to go by so slowly as the draft girl panted and groaned as each wave of pain hit her; her body soaked with the sweat from the glaring sun and all the effort she was putting into birthing her first child.

Finally, Carisa gave a hefty push and felt something slip from her body at last. She felt exhausted but still raised up slightly to look behind her at the pale wet flesh of her babe. Carisa wanted to cry in joy at such a marvelous creature, leaning over to lick at the foal's skin, instinct taking over. A boy, she thinks as she checks him over and then pulls back to grin down at her son. He was perfect.

She nudges him one last time before rising on shaky legs and facing him again, leaning her head down to breath into his face and lick him once more. Carisa was defiantly a happy mommy.

html by shiva for meggieboo 2014


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