The Lost Islands
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Annubis & None
The Dragga & His Drappa
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The Faithful
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The Beta
Hymn, Izumi
The Alpha's Pack
Promise
The Pups
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The Beta's Charges
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The Guardians
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The Beta's Pups
The Alpha's word is law.
No fraternizing with the enemy. (None)
We protect our own. (Desert & Lagoon)
All positions are challengeable, check with the Dragga & Drappa first.
The Rules
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The sound of call sounding so nearby caused the dark male to raise his head from the undergrowth he'd been nosing through. Flecks of moss and wet earth clung to the satin skin of maw as the stallion chewed methodically. With a hard snort and a toss of his head, the bay body wound through the last of the trees that separated him from the beach. He swiped his nose against the dark upper part of a front leg shortly before exiting the verge.

Carthage very nearly let a throaty laugh purr within him at the sight of her. Glowing golden brown skin with markings as if she was still stepping forward from the sea foam. Namely, his crimson eyes traced over the spray along her flanks and hips. The stallion pushed forward to meet her. His feathering dragged against the salt-washed shore as his form neared hers by the surf.

"My, my," he chuckled, eyes still roaming her body hungrily. "What a treat you are for my starving eyes." Carthage stopped before the sabino mare, a hardly effectual cushion between them. He didn't know what she sought out by coming here. She had not likely called for him, but the dark bay was one to push his luck if he could.

Carthage


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