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 May 3, 2020 at 08:27:53 PM by CAIN



He was wandering the borders of the Desert when he heard the cries. His head immediately snapped up and he launched form his spot, his feathered legs carrying him across the sands as fast as he could to reach the mares. He recognized the voices of Geneva and Zubeia and his heart was in his throat, knowing both were close to having their children and he thought the worst. Did one of them die from childbirth? He snorted and pushed harder, his giant hooves eating up the distance until he could make out four figures in front of him. Sliding to a stop, he took everyone in. His nostrils flared, taking in the scents of Geneva, Zubeia, and fresh blood. He moved to Geneva, looking over her wounds with concern in his dark eyes. He was about to ask what happened when he caught a whiff from one of the wounds. Wolves?

His head snapped up, catching her gaze. "Wolves here in the Desert?" It didn't seem like a common place for them but maybe food was getting scarce on the other islands. Snorting, he stomped the sand and glanced over at the two foals. One was a black colt, the other a golden filly. He looked back at Geneva, his gaze intense as he tried to read her features. "Zubeia?" He questioned, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer. His heart was thumping in his chest, anger thrashing around inside of him, hungry for release. His gaze cut to Scarecrow, turmoil ripping him apart in his protective nature of not wanting another stallion near his children but knowing the older stallion meant them no harm. In fact, he seemed to be protecting them when Cain got there. Finally, he let out a breath. "Scarecrow, stay close to them, please." He reached out to press his nose to Geneva's neck, breathing in her scent.

"I'll be back." He whispered the words, knowing they could well be his last but he had no room for that. He needed to protect the rest of his herd. Drawing back from her, he gave one last look at his children before tearing off in the direction Geneva had come from. When he saw the wolves gathered around, he knew already what he was going to find. There was nothing he could do for her and the thought of being a failure again hit him like a brick to the gut. He couldn't protect her. She didn't deserve this. Throwing his head, the tobiano stallion gave a roar of challenge as he thundered toward them. The wolves gave up a howl and scattered but for the most part, some of them gathered around the carcass, trying to defend their "meal."

Screaming his anguish, especially when he took in the lifeless eyes of the pretty little mare that used to be so sweet and strong, Cain reared up, stomping down on any wolves that tried to stay under his hooves. He felt a few biting at his legs so he kicked out when he came back down, snorting as he snaked his neck out and grabbed them up by their necks and backs, slinging them every which way. Any time they tried to group up on him, he would launch forward only to spin back around and charge again, scattering them and hurting them as much as he could. After a few rounds of this, the wolves that were still able to move started back to the ocean, knowing the cause was lost. By the end of it, bodies were scattered all around him and Cain had to stop to catch his breath, blood tricking down his legs and from punctures on his face but he had won. He drove them out.

His gaze fell again on Zubeia's wide eyes, so full of fear in her last moments when she should have been at her happiest. A tear trickled down his cheek as the large stallion limped over to her body and collapsed into the blood soaked sand. He laid his neck across her body and let the tears come. He had offered her sanctuary and he'd failed her. What good was he if he couldn't protect his mares?


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)

photo by JNix@Shutterstock



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