The Lost Islands
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Desert

Leaders: Nyimara, Asmodeus, Quinn

Stallions: None

Mares: Kara, Kohelet, Rhaynira, Syrax

Foals: Cahyr

Use caution when the wolf comes knocking;



The chocolate stallion is thoroughly pleased with himself. So far, his luck with mares on the island seems to remain the same. His attraction and luck automatically draws him towards the more spirited and headstrong mares. Even those he steals by pure happenstance seem to be all of the same caliber. Fierce, independence, bold and with a tongue made of pure steel. He never minded it. To be perfectly honest, there was a thrill in receiving a berating backlash from mares. There was something about how the smoldering embers seemed to come alive in their eyes, the way their bodies grew rigid with a mixture of fear and apprehension, even the sound of their tails snapping audibly against the taunt muscles in their hip was alluring. It excited him and was perhaps one of the main reasons he found himself so drawn to chasing after those who wanted nothing to do with him. A particularly beautiful starlight mare came to mind but she was gone and like Zjeena and Monster, there was no reason to dredge up the past.

‘That’s was why we have come to the desert in the first place!’ the graveled voice in his mind reminds him with equal measures irritation and sadness. The ghosts may be out of sight but they are far from out of mind even here.

Proudly, he gives his thick head a shake, sending thick knotted tangles of his cream and caramel mane snapping against the battle scarred sides of his throat in wild disarray. Multifaceted eyes of emerald blink away the beast and the memories and focus instead upon the silent creature before him. Shiloh. At least that was what he heard the gray stallion calling her. A gift from God. But which one? It was his duty to find out. So far, the god of hellfire and damnation seemed to have skipped this one. Though she was altogether displeased with his presence (as is evident by the snapping of her tail and the backwards turn of her eyes), so far, she has not lifted her eyes or voice against him in defiance. Odd. Strange really.

Carefully, his scrutinizing gaze travels across her features, noting the broad curve of her throat and the unreadable gleam dancing behind her bright green eyes. Those eyes…. They seem familiar in a way that he cannot quite place. She was not one of his get… of that he is sure. He would have recognized her. But still….

The words he spoke are meant to draw venom from her lips or fuel the fires that rage within. However, instead of responding with poison laced words or jerking away with her head held high in defiance, the pretty painted mare is silent. A single mahogany ear flickers atop his raised head as she merely nods her head in understanding and turns away. She does not flee from him, there is no rapid succession to her hooves which does indeed disappoint the beast within. However neither does she linger near him expectantly, waiting like a meek lamb to be led further into his home. She is an oddity to be sure. Not brave enough to defy him but at the same time she is brave enough to dare to explore the desert on her own.
The corners of his lips twitch, as though a smile lingers just beyond sight. He follows. He does not quicken his pace to chase her down, for she has done nothing so far to warrant such discipline, but he does not let her free of his presence just yet. The conquest is still too fresh. ”I did not know I had taken captive a mute.” he baits, brilliant eyes glittering against the bright sunshine as he continues to study her posture for any kinks in her steel armor.
Rougaru
silver bay | stallion | 15yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt



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