<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 December 20, 2015 at 05:05:59 AM by el halin

El Halin

�Ana!� the stallion cries, and El Halin runs her dark gaze down the contours of his body as he collapses on his knees beside the dead mare. There is nothing distinctive about his conformation, no dished nose or shining coat or anything to mark him as beautiful. His blood is a muddled as his mother�s, and the bloodmarked mare cannot help but curl her lip as she realizes the Blind Seer bore a child. True seers are encouraged not to defile themselves with physical partnerships and the baggage of offspring, and should devote their lives to the Gods. It does not surprise her that the black mare bred; she is only a mutt, after all. El Halin has never bred, of course, though if Uzay were to walk the Earth she would lower her hindquarters to him in a heartbeat. Their children would be mighty, indeed.

The breeder stands and El Halin flips her ears forward before he can note their backward tilt, and watches as he seems to collect himself and then lose himself all at once. He turns to her for answers, of which she is scrambling rapidly to produce, when the black bitch ruins it all. She speaks with such precision, pushing the High Seer�s name out of her mouth in three succinct syllables for all to hear. It does not surprise her that the �Teke has stooped to such a level; the breed revels in their underhanded methods of toppling those in power. It does not escape her that the �Teke has insulted her further by refusing to state her name, and El Halin stores these two transgressions away for later consideration at the same moment Maslakhat shifts all responsibility of the Blind Seer�s death onto her.

It was a mistake to involve him. Iftikhar was right, and El Halin flattens her ears as she glares at the gleaming bay �Teke. �I have planned nothing,� she states in a low voice, stiff with outrage and disbelief that he should level such a high accusation at her. She turns her freckled face to Orhan and points her ears at him. �This was not my doing, Orhan. Look� my hooves are clean.� She lifts her feet off the sand daintily, one at a time, to show him. There is no blood, only dust.

El Halin does not deign to look at either of the misbegotten liars standing on the other side of the dead mare. They are less than dung to her, now, and all that matters is retaining her position in the Desert, although even now her mind races ahead. She must meet with Iftikhar as soon as possible, before these snakes with hooves can pour any poison in her red ears.

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

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare�

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