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.
Dance to a Faerie's Fiddle(Orhan)

Taika

It is so different there! Taika’s voice was still young, though more mature than the last time she had stepped hoof onto the island of Salem. This time she danced on the sandy beaches with her mother in toe. Contrary to the previous time she had come to the island, exploring and adventuring on her own. The terrain was so incredibly different from anything she had experienced she had been determined to bring her mother to this strange place. She had always known her mother would have been more than willing to travel with her to distant and strange places. This island was one of them.

Together mother and daughter stepped through the beach and onto the sands of the desert. Side by side it was easy to tell the two of them were of one blood. Their builds similar in the stout frames of Morgans, though neither could be considered blue bloods. Together they had the base colors of rich dark chocolate, and the same dark eyes looked out at the world. Taika’s youthful body was still lightening with a dusting of gray hairs that started to inch down her neck and over her shoulders while her mane and tail were bleached by the sun’s rays and blazed like fire from smoke. Taytim, however, retained her deep colors, pure and thorough. Both mares stood out boldly as they traversed across the sands.

Heedless to any possible danger, using past experience as her guide, Taika charged forward through the sand, laughing in her excitement. It was rare that she found herself on a different island, never had she been able to show her mother her discovery. Taytim, however, went forth with a little more caution than her daughter. Memories of her friend friend blinked in her mind. El Aran had been sad, and spoke of interesting customs in the desert herds. She did not know how the sand dwellers would react to those like herself and her daughter. At the same time, her heart ached. She had not seen her friend in some time. Her friend who had left the Peak that day with a promise to return and possibly make a home amongst the stars there.

Together mother and daughter made their way to the oasis of the land, one of the few places that could hold life in this wasteland. At the water’s edge, Taika lifted her voice to the spirits who dwelled there, her face alight with excitement.

female - ‘mature’ - Mutt - Smoky Black Varnish Roan - 15 hands Magnus x Taytim
...do you believe in magic?
html © riley. character by Dargon



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