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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 No getting friendly with enemies. Visits to allied territories are encouraged. In the event both kings are absent, the Advisor will maintain the territory in their stead. Hover over names & ranks for additional information.

say my name the way a wolf howls at the moon
Posted on June 19, 2024 at 02:17:57 AM by Hemming

The quiet of the wood became oppressive, the air filling a tension from the two merely becoming aware of the other. Despite having turned to peer better into the darkness before her, Hemming cannot see the stallion. "How lucky I must be, then, to have been caught by you first." The young mare doesn't feel as though it is a serious statement, but the tone of his voice elicits a fluttering in her barrel. Her dark ears twisted back a few degrees in response, unsure what the feeling meant or how to respond to what he'd said.

"And how lucky for you that I am not here with harmful intent, though I understand the cover of darkness is quite suspicious. I will admit, I am a mischievous creature, but nothing unwholesome." Her emerald stare narrowed in the direction of his voice, carefully seeking out its source. Her body is wire taut, attention snapping toward the sound of his body shifting. For a moment, he is illuminated by starlight. It is a miracle the glow reaches through the canopy to cast jagged shadows on his lean frame.

"What keeps you up so late at night?" Another flick of her ears at this new batch of words, this talk of wanderlust and beauty sleep. Hemming shifted in the darkness. Emboldened, she took a stride's worth of steps in the male's direction. The splash-marked mare was careful not to move too close and equally delicate about avoiding the light that might reach her. She didn't want to show herself.
Not yet.

Hemming was not altogether unconvinced that this intruder was trying to distract her or otherwise trick her. There was some small temptation hidden in his words, luring her into responding. Yet she would not open herself to him. �You talk a lot for someone who's not supposed to be here.� There was a mask of humor in her words. The young mare could not help it if some of that was lost on him. Sidestepping his question completely, Hemming asks one of her own with the same steady voice she'd had before. "What is your business in the Bay?"

Hemming

Replies:

for whom the bell tolls; - By Valefar June 28, 2024 at 00:37:08 AM
- say my name the way a wolf howls at the moon - By Hemming July 15, 2024 at 05:08:33 PM

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