The Lost Islands
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Mazikeen
the hellfire queen
None
the king consort
None
the second in command
Cambion - Kohelet
Solzeren - Vána
the populace
None
the second's herd
Mazikina - Orthon - Warcrime
the progeny
None
the second's spawn
Lucifer of the Dunes
Marceline of the Hills
the allies
None of nowhere
the adversaries
the rules
  1. Make friends with our allies, wreak havoc on our enemies.
  2. The co- and sub-lead positions may be challenged for by any member of the herd.
  3. Hover over names & ranks for additional information.
shot in the dark

Sinaet
there's a devil that resides behind your smile


       She had stopped abruptly, pale hooves settling back to a standstill in the frosted sands, when the nicker reached her ears. The bay female turned, glancing back in the direction it had come from. It was entirely plausible that it was another one of her herd mates -- altogether more likely really. Sinaet supposed she might have enjoyed some kind of banter with any of the other mares, but it was infinitely more pleasing to find that it was Rougaru joining her that morning after all.

       The mare's green gaze remained affixed to the stallion as he came closer, tracing the way light moved across his coat as he did so. It was an appreciative look, not unlike the way she thinks his own gaze lingers along her curves. Perhaps it was fanciful thinking on Sinaet's part, but it didn't stop her from returning a similar grin to his own. One with an air of flirtation or humor, depending on Rougaru's mood. Dark ears twist toward the sound of his voice, noting the purr and the invitation.

       Initially, Sinaet had turned to face the stallion when he first arrived, allowing a certain distance between them. Now, though, she moved to close that space. The mare half-circled Rougaru languidly, taking care to merely let their coats whisper past each other. To touch, but not quite. Pale lips twisted pleasantly into a smirk at the insinuation, the memory, of more. When Sinaet came to stop at his right shoulder, the expression had loosened into the line of a smirk that threatened to break into a smile.

       "I'd love to."

mare . 6 years . bay dun splash . 17 hands . Rhinelander x Warmblood
Tags: Rougaru | Words: 266 | Notes: xxx


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