<font color=coral>It's a multi-color life</font>

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.

It's a multi-color life
Posted on September 15, 2020 at 02:02:45 AM by Chimeras

Chimeras wasted no time in seeking out the yearling. Those bright eyes of the perlino dun carry over him with intrigue. An amusing stare as he exploded into little tidbits of information. A laugh escapes her lips as he finally pauses and those eyes are brilliant with delight. Chimeras was definitely listening and taking in all that the boy had to say.

"Whoa!! Take a breather there Carbon." There is teasing in her tone and those eyes are full of a bright shimmer. "A scorpion huh? I would imagine that since I see no bear witness of wounds, that you won?" She smiles big here to throw compliment to him. "That is Galexia and for a little while here she had been in charge." Chimeras did not add the bit about his father having been absent for a little while there in which is why he'd lost the Desert. Cain seemed much more prone to be around now though.

With the boy's mention of more foals in the Desert; Chimeras does bob her head in agreeance. "They do both indeed carry into this spring Carbon. Not this season, no. Perhaps I shall next though?" It all really depended on circumstance. Cain and she barely seemed to know much about one another but she trusted him. Later on though; Chimeras would need to seek him out and start to get to know him more. Her attention is again pulled from her thoughts to focus on the boy. "Beat him fair and square huh?" She grins here as she brushes her nose gently against his neck and gives a playful nip to the yearling's tendrils before pulling her head back up. "Perhaps in the near future." She murmurs to his inquiry of racing sometime. "I would love to hear more of these stories of yours." To wait then and to listen. He'd told her there was so much to say after all and she is mused with intrigue to listen.

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I CANNOT BE ALTERED - By CARBON September 15, 2020 at 11:15:50 PM

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