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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.
this sordid affair
Posted on April 6, 2019 at 06:43:05 PM by evren


Evren is silent during the swim. At first, this is only so she can focus on making certain her head is above water and that she is leading Persephone in the right direction. Yet, as the waters warm and the island of Salem rears out of the misty horizon, she is not sure she could speak even if she wanted to. The cold fingers of dread are tight around her throat, and all her instincts scream at her to turn back, turn back. If Persephone were not here, she may well have.

By the time they have emerged onto the beach, she is shaking violently. Persephone says something, but Evren does not so much as look at her friend. She is frozen, her legs unmoving in the sand, the only movement the drip of seawater from her coat and the rapid flaring of her nostrils. Her red-rimmed eyes are wide and wild, staring blankly at the harsh landscape stretching out before them. Painfully memories claw at her brain on every side, but she blocks them out, trying to focus on the strength Persephone’s presence gives her instead.

“This heat is unbearable,” she mutters, and finally steps forward. Though it has been years, she still knows the desert as if she had never left it. She leads Persephone straight inland, where the sand begins to harden into something more like baked earth, then turns northeast toward a cluster of dunes. With every step her movements become a little looser, but her heart sinks a little lower. The only only sign of life is a single vulture circling far overhead, against the clear blue sky.

“Do you see any tracks?” she asks Persephone, but she doesn’t expect an affirmative reply. Footprints do not last long here. “I’m taking us to the main oasis. If Han is around anywhere, he should be there.”



7; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh

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