The Lost Islands
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I'm headed straight for the castle;

The silver haired witch moved silently across the dunecaps, her dark brows narrowed in thought. All around her, the desert terrain was alive with life, the first signs of impending spring approaching. Yet despite the life that burst from Salem, Nyimara is ill at ease. The world around her was quiet… far too quiet for her taste.


She pauses now, the proud arch of her neck holding high her head as she casts a studious gaze over the rolling sea of sand, searching for any signs of disturbances but so far, finding none. All was quiet, as if waiting for the fierce queen to make her next move… and a move she would make.



OOC:If anyone wants to reply they can. If not, this is just a placeholder.

Nyimara silver bay | arabianx | mare | queen of the dunes
love, dante



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