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.
For the color of blue, I raise you yellow.

Goldenrod
mare | 15.0hhs | buttermilk buckskin | of the desert



The sound of hooves moving over sand and stone filled the once again silent desert. A call had been made only a short while ago, but obviously one of the few horses here in the Desert listened as black tipped ears flicked forward and honey colored eyes gleamed with a sense of… knowing?


Licking her dark lips, a buttermilk buckskin mare set her gaze upon the new owner of the Desert. Her white stripped face held a faint smile as she then dipped her frame, one leg sticking out as her chin touched against her chest. Goldenrod had been arrogant and irritating the last time she spoke to Asmodeus, but now she was acting as if he really was her king, when in reality he should have been from the moment she met him.


“King Asmodeus.” She spoke, her head rising after a decent amount of time being lowly for him. Her eyes flashed faintly with something dangerous, but she held it back as she rose up to her full height with her body poised. Goldenrod would never be something to this stallion, but she would be something to herself. Licking her lips again, the pale mare gave a faint smile. “I will be staying if you allow it.”



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