Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on December 30, 2019 at 00:07:17 AM by S H A M WARI

Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.

Cain confirms my assumptions that he was relatively new to the islands, and I bob my head in understanding. What a strange time to stumble upon this place. On one hand, it was certainly alluring, given its natural beauty and the plentiful numbers of our kind in recent years. But on the other, politics between the herds here is driving remarkable tension. This uncertain period couldn't last for much longer. No one could live on edge forever. War, it seemed, was the only way to force a way forward.

The painted stallion registered my name with some familiarity, and I watched him carefully now, wondering where my name could have slipped from the lips of another. It's possible that Warsaw or Rougaru had met this brute long before here and now. Perhaps he held alliances with my foes. But nevertheless, I offer him a short smirk in response to his remark of the Prairie's temperate climate. "Yes." I confirm. "Very much so."

Despite being a total stranger, I didn't dislike this fellow. My ears flick forward as he takes in what I have to say about his newfound homeland. Cain seemed quick witted, and that would certainly serve him well in the times to come. But thus far, he also seemed honest. There was a part of him that reminded me of myself, at a much younger age, of course. I was a bastard after all, a lowly stallion with no family claim or pure bloodlines to pass on. I had to fight for everything I have, with no help from anyone else around here. Well, except maybe Orhan and Valentine, who took pity on me. But the naysayers were aplenty. Cain would face a tough battle to be accepted among the Desert breeds, the ones who were born and bred to survive in such a climate. Some of those cultures, however, could be quite harsh to outsiders. I wonder if this stallion had faced any of that already.

"Some descendants are still around." I offer. "Others come and go. They'll disappear to the mainlands and return again in a few years. But they always try to strike again back home."

I say this in fair warning.

"So, have you met many others from various territories?" I ask. "It's a ... strange time here. More tension than usual."

ooc: we'll say this conversation is happening after Primrose left the Prairie... but before Vihaan and Everglow showed up, lol.

Replies:

bite me - By CAIN December 30, 2019 at 04:13:19 AM
- Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI January 9, 2020 at 06:41:08 PM

post coming <3 - By Jessy December 15, 2019 at 07:48:53 PM

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