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
Posted on March 30, 2020 at 01:31:35 AM by CAIN



He watched carefully as Crow found his footing in the deep sand of the Desert. The older stallion didn't look too uncomfortable in the heat of the sun so maybe he would adapt just fine here. Good. Cain didn't mind telling the stallion about his thoughts on the war. Maybe if it was some big vengeance scheme, a wrong done to family or something. Maybe then he would understand waging a war. But just because a mare wanted to lead on her own? That concern was that islands away? Cain felt it was more like a bruised ego and a power bid. He wanted no part of that. Crow chuckled and Cain pricked his ears, listening as the stallion said that he would trust a mare over a stallion. Cain's lips twitched with humor at that. At this rate, he would too.

He could understand the concept of a lead stallion and a lead mare, but he felt it was more the unity of the herd as a whole that kept things running smoothly. He didn't appoint a mare as lead because he felt she was anymore special than the other mares. That wasn't his style. They were each special in their own way. He wouldn't award someone above them, but he would allow them to work that out amongst themselves. They needed to figure out their own pecking order, choose a mare who was stronger, someone they could trust to lead them if something happened. Geneva was willing to stand up for the task so he allowed her that respect and she won the title, fair and square. No one could say she wasn't strong enough. Now it would be up to the other mares to decide if they would let it stand or not. He wouldn't stand between them, only intervene if it got too out of hand. Their overall safety was up to him, after all.

What other herds did in their titles was no concern to him. He wouldn't fight them over it, as long as they left him and his herd alone. It seemed Crow was listening well, nodding his head as appropriate. When Cain started telling his story, he knew the dunalino was listening well. He saw the surprise on the stallion's face when he spoke of humans. That was usually the reaction when he spoke of them. They were an urban legend to these horses, a ghost story. But to him, they were all too real. The scars and brand on his skin were testament to that. When he told about his forceful habits, the guilt was undeniable. He'd always wanted children. In captivity, all he could think about was growing a great herd and having lots of strong children. Now, all he wanted was to bring them into a safe world and keep them that way.

He adored all his children and loved watching them develop and grow. He would teach them all he knew. They were his world. His gaze found the stallion's as he said that many stallions fell prey to the season. He shook his head. "I wish I could let that take the credit. No, I take full responsibility for what I did. Rejection from mares was just an obstacle to overcome. I thought I could train them, discipline them as the humans did me. It was all I knew." He sighed. "I'm not proud of my actions, but I won't deny doing them." The stallion let him talk through the rest of it, even letting him admit his defeat while trying to get Primrose back. He felt Crow's gaze move over his wounds but he didn't droop or withdraw from his gaze. He was still proud and though he had lost the battle, he wouldn't give up. He never would.

When he asked the dunalino about his own past, Crow chuckled before saying his past was farther away and less likely to bite them in the ass." Cain couldn't help but smirk. "That's hopeful." He admitted. His ears pricked as the stallion spoke, listening to his story. The idea of lights and darks was new to him, but he continued to listen. He knew something bad was coming from the moment Crow spoke of happy things like family. Just as he assumed, the stallion lost his mares and traded off his daughters. Cain's own anger rose as if it were his own, just thinking of precious Paisley being labeled as a "broodmare." Just the thought made him see red. When Crow stopped for a minute, Cain waited patiently, not saying a word. He let the stallion compose himself before he cleared his throat and continued. His features softened when the dunalino admitted that he never got his daughters back. His youngest died. Cain's face fell. Losing a child must be rough. He hoped that never happened to himself, but then, doesn't everyone?

As Crow looked back at him, Cain tilted his head, watching him. He listened as Crow told him he could observe and he could advise. Cain nodded in acknowledgement. "Luckily, that's just what I was looking for when I set off into the free lands." When the stallion named what he wanted in return, Cain nodded one more. "You shall have it. For now, you'll be just a stallion in my herd but prove your wisdom and I'll make you an advisor. If you would like a mare of your own, you can have it. I can promise you she would fall under my protection as well while she lives here. Any children you have would have my protection as well. If you are an ally to me, I'll be an ally to you and yours. Do we have an agreement?" He flicked an ear while he waited. Around that time, he caught a familiar scent on the breeze and his nostrils flared, drinking it in as he turned his head. His dark brown gaze fell on Geneva's sturdy silhouette as she approached them and he let out a low nicker of greeting.

When she asked who he brought, Cain smiled at Crow before glancing back at her. "Geneva, I'd like you to meet Crow. He's going to be living here with us if he takes my offer." He pricked an ear at the stallion as he said it, letting him know the ball was in his court. Geneva introduced herself to the dunalino, her body pressing so solidly against his own. He felt her velvet lips brush his ear and he smiled, his tail swishing as he reached over to nuzzle her neck gently. She continued to be his rock, his anchor. Hew as glad she came to meet the new stallion. Then he could get her input on having another stallion living here.


Cain_stallion_6yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert

Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose), Carbon(xGeneva), Zena(xZubeia), Twinge(xHarlequin)

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