Like a shadow dancing on the edge;

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.

Like a shadow dancing on the edge;
Posted on August 25, 2020 at 01:55:41 PM by Harlequin

Harlequin had done her fair share of hating him. Well, perhaps hate was too strong a word. She had been opposed to him in the beginning. He had been brash back then, fresh upon the islands and filled with vigor and determination to make a name for himself. She too, had been hard, hard towards the knowledge that her lineage no longer held any merit upon the lands, that what painstaking marks her sire Soljior had made upon the lands of Tinuvel had long since vanished into nothing. He had forced her to give up the cold winter tundra that she was so accustomed to and exchange it for what she believed to be a wasteland of sand and rock.

It seemed as though a century had passed since those first days when she had bite and kicked and screamed her rage and unbridled passions at him. Now, now they still shared moments of passion, moments when rising temperatures were met even with stronger wills. Where once they had struggled as two horses tethered at opposite ends, now she found herself willing more and more to succeed to his decisions. He was less brash, less calculated in his movements and decisions and more willing to listen to the words and decisions offered by those of his herd. They were once mere trinkets, a fine collection of specimens gathered to decorate the desert sands for his pleasures. Now, now they were something more akin to family, even if it was not one created and bonded by blood. For the first time in many seasons since the departure of her sire and disappearance of her dam, Harlequin felt as though she belonged.

And she was not about to give that up just yet.

Amusement glitters in her dark eyes as the black and white stallion registers her greeting as inviting. The smallest hints of a smile tug the ashen corners of her lips upwards as unusually long whipcord flicks idly back and forth against the sleek supple curve of her ivory haunches. He expected her venom or biting remarks, to hear the warmth in her greeting was merely another way in which she could keep him on his toes. It worked. Small cupped ears stand tall amid the windswept tangle of ebony mane that curls and twists along the curve of her cheek. Dark lashes blink slowly over even darker eyes as she extends her small muzzle towards him, pressing the soft skin into the curve of his own muscular neck. The flavors of his skin was invigorating to her, a reminder that even in the presence of change, all was not lost. A wry smile ghosts across her features as he snorts and sends his gaze to where the young palomino mare, already heavily swollen with foal, stood grazing in contented silence alongside her darker mate. A single dial twitches amid her own dark locks as the image draws up images of a not so distant past in which she too had grazed through the short grasses, her black and white patched belly swinging like a pendulum with each step she took. She had hated those later months in the pregnancy at the time, hated the weight with which her body carried the unborn foal. Looking back now, now she missed it. She missed the feel of the unborn foal kicking her ribs, missed the fluttering of her heartbeat the first time she felt the movement in her belly. She even missed the closeness with which the pregnancy had bonded her to Cain. In those months, she had been his. She had submitted herself to him completely and as headstrong as she was, she could admit that she missed that feeling.

However, in this moment, she was content. Each breath from her lungs brought her slender form closer to his, brushing the slightest of touches between their bodies. He drops his gaze now as the weight of the situation lands heavily upon them. Dark eyes shift from the pale mare to gaze upon the stallion at her side. In the lines of his face, she sees the weight of the world. He voices his concerns and Harlequin finds herself sighing heavily as well. Small cupped ears fall to rest at ease amid the tangle of her mane as she arches her neck to rub her small head against his broad chest in understanding. �It would be different�. If she had been some warlord from a distant island. If it had been her stallion who made the claim instead of herself. She is a bold one. Brash too perhaps. But that does not mean it is all a loss.� she murmurs blinking against the bright sunlight that beat down upon the red sands of Salem. Cain did not need her words to feel the weight of the change that lay before them. She had not missed the departure of Vihaan or her son. Sorrow had etched itself into her own eyes as she watched the golden mare and her small son turn from the shores of Salem and race towards the water�s edge. She had hoped herself that time would heal the wounds that had been given opportunity to fester and sour in the sun. She had hoped that both the mare and Cain would drop their proud guise and admit the feelings that were nearly as clear to her eyes as they were to the rest of the world. Perhaps that would help to ease his soul, perhaps not. She was not exactly the wisest on the matter of the heart. Sometimes she wondered if she even had a heart to give.

She offers a soft snort, her small head lifting to toss as her gaze traveled back to the small herd loosely gathered around them. �At least we are still together for the most part�� she begins, her voice straying with uncertainty. �Some�. May have strayed father than the others. Perhaps now would be a good time to mend some broken fences?� she murmurs, a single brow raised in question.

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bite me - By CAIN August 29, 2020 at 04:38:31 PM

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