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.
bite me Bahadir
Posted on November 6, 2019 at 00:06:47 AM by CAIN



He couldn't stand the thought of a pest wandering his lands yet not bowing to his rule. Who did that stallion think he was, just hanging around like a tenant and attracting all the lone mares like a fly magnet? It confounded him, but he wouldn't just stand by and allow it. It wasn't in him. He was the leader and until the other stallion acknowledged that, he couldn't let him stay. He wandered the desert, hunting the other stallion. He followed the trails he'd seen the stallion on before, checking by the water and the few spots of grass he'd seen the stallion eating from. He seemed pretty familiar with the landscape, almost as if he'd lived here before. That could come in handy, but he wasn't going to just stick around and eat from the herd's supply without Cain's say-so. That was crossing a line.

He had mares and unborn foals to think about now. It felt good to know he was maybe finally getting the hang of this whole gathering mares thing. He needed to keep them healthy and protected and how could he do that with a strange stallion hanging around? He snorted at the very idea, stopping to paw at the sand in vengeance. He'd once thought he would never allow a stallion near his herdlands. He would be the only male there, surrounded only by his mares and their offspring. But he was starting to think maybe having a couple stallions around who were submissive to him wouldn't be such a bad thing. They could help bring in more mares and help him keep his current ones better protected. Maybe he'd even let them cover a mare or two during the breeding season. But his rule had to be absolute.

He picked up the pace, galloping through the sand. Tossing his head, he let out a challenging cry before he slowed to a trot as he headed toward another little oasis. "Here, little boy, little boy..." He purred the words as he looked around.

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