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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 July 6, 2020 at 01:44:10 AM by CAIN

As the Akhal Teke stallion gained his bearings and studied the two stallions who came to greet him, Cain took the time to study him as well. He could smell another herd on the bay so he knew he didn't come looking for a home. So he must have come to find out about the other herd leaders on Salem and what they were like. What his intentions were with the information was a mystery but Cain certainly wasn't going to be empty handed when he left. He studied the slender stallion's movements and way of carrying himself. He studied the way he spoke and the way his eyes darted from one stallion to the other. Maybe he couldn't guess which was the herd stallion and Cain was in no hurry to answer that. The attention being off of him left him more free to take in all that he could. He wondered what the other stallion thought when he saw him approaching. Most questioned his sanity when they saw a draft breed living in the Desert.

Unless they lived the life he did, they would never understand his penchant for wastelands, his admiration for what others might call a dump. Unless they spent four years in a dirt pen, they would never understand how he adapted to this kind of environment. Unless they were starved and beaten every day for those four years, they would never understand how this felt like paradise to him. And that's okay, cause he didn't have to justify himself. He'd beaten back others who tried to take this land from him and he'd taken his share of licks, too. But the Desert was still his, and hopefully it would be for a long time yet. Cain was content to let Scarecrow do the talking at first. He had nothing to add to his opening statement, not until they learned something about the stranger who came into his land first.

When the stallion spoke, the tobiano pricked his ears and paid attention, though his body remained relaxed and steadfast. He gave his name as Maslakahat of the Dunes and the draft dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I am Cain." He noticed that Scarecrow had looked to him first and he appreciated the gesture, letting the taller stallion introduce himself as well before turning his attention back to Maslakhat. When the bay stallion spoke next, it was to tell them about recent disappearances. When he mentioned a black mare, Cain racked his memory and something came to mind. "I do recall seeing my son talking to a black mare who was not of my herd a few days ago. I did not catch their conversation or her name but she may be this Shararat you're referring to. She didn't stay long."

He didn't know how much help that would be but maybe it would relieve Maslakhat to know she was still around Salem. When the bay mentioned unfortunate circumstances, the draft couldn't help but flinch a little. He was healing from the loss of Geneva, Zena, and Zubeia, but sometimes he thought the pain would always be raw, there to haunt him any time he thought about it. He didn't mind at all that Scarecrow found his way to Maslakhat first. If anything, he gave him more confidence in the stallion to know he was watching the borders as closely as he himself was. He could feel the eyes of his Second on him so with a shake of his mane, he sighed and spoke. "No disappearances have happened here, just death by unfortunate circumstances. If you need any help in scouting, I would be happy to assist." He offered on the end. He didn't want to volunteer anyone without their permission but he wouldn't stop anyone from helping out as well if that's what they wanted to do.

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(x~~Geneva~~), ~~Zena(xZubeia)~~, Twinge(xHarlequin), Vulcan-adopted (xBerit)

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Replies:

FIRE BURNS WHERE IT FALLS - By MASLAKHAT July 14, 2020 at 01:32:17 AM
- oh, i haven't got a brain - By scarecrow July 14, 2020 at 07:32:36 PM
  - bite me - By CAIN July 16, 2020 at 00:00:33 AM
    - FIRE BURNS WHERE IT FALLS - By MASLAKHAT July 18, 2020 at 01:37:21 AM

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