The Lost Islands
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Emhyr & Khoshekh
the keepers
Canis
the advisor
Copperhead - Encelia - Hellfyre - Hemming - Kalypso - Nala - Zymora
advisor's herd
None
captain of the guard
Aconite, Zircon
the guards
Eythora - Kohelet - Vhagar
the herd
 Azarae - Enid - Enver - Kalysto Koi - Orchid - Solzeren Zebella
the foals
Daciana [Cove]
the allies
None
the enemies
the rules
  1. No getting friendly with enemies.
  2. Visits to allied territories are encouraged.
  3. In the event both kings are absent, the Advisor will maintain the territory in their stead.
  4. Hover over names & ranks for additional information.
This is my resurrection
Posted on September 8, 2023 at 00:34:00 AM by Zurok

Zurok stealthily maneuvered through the darkness, moving with caution as he made his way towards the cool waters of the shores. He had recently lost control over the Prairie to Zevulun, a devastating blow to his ego. Despite the arrival of spring, the weather in the surrounding islands was still plagued by a persistent chill. However, Zurok knew that he had to press on, driven by a glimmer of hope he had stumbled upon.

Once he reached the other shore, Zurok eagerly emerged from the water, vigorously shaking out his coat. His sleek form glistened under the moonlight as his mane and tail cascaded magnificently around him. The stallion couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation deep within his chest. Rumors had reached his ears about a herd leader who was open to the idea of sharing the leadership role - a concept that resonated deeply with Zurok. He believed that such a partnership would be the perfect solution for him and his cherished Margarita.

The safety and well-being of his small group of mares and their unborn foals were of utmost importance to Zurok. With the imminent arrival of their offspring, he desperately sought a stable environment where they could thrive. The prospect of a co-leadership position seemed like the ideal solution to ensure their security and prosperity.

As Zurok ventured further into the frozen wonderland, he couldn't help but shiver from the biting cold. The edges of the Bay greeted him with an icy embrace, causing a frosty tremor to run through his body. Despite the discomfort, he remained resolute in his mission. His instincts guided him towards a rugged-looking stallion who exuded power and authority, indicating that he was the leader of this frigid land.

"I apologize for intruding upon your home. I am Zurok," he stated respectfully, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I have come with the intention of seeking a place within your territory, if that is a possibility. However, I believe it would be beneficial for both of us to engage in a conversation, to truly get to know one another before any decisions are made. Don't you agree?"

Zurok was acutely aware of his limited skills when it came to initiating conversations, often struggling to find the right words. His tendency was to cut straight to the chase, revealing his intentions without preamble. However, he hoped that the stallion before him would not interpret his straightforwardness as a challenge or an act of aggression. Maintaining a safe distance, Zurok patiently awaited the leader's response, hoping for a glimmer of acceptance and understanding.

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