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.
Dagger talons and clenching fists.
Posted on January 18, 2025 at 06:43:58 PM by Tefnut

Fresh, that's all she was. Blinking blue eyes that match the father she never met, a red dun mare snorts as she glares into the depths of her “adopted” father. Her dark red rimmed ears flick forward before they pin, her eyes narrowing into slits as the black monster before her gives a shit eating grin. He had done a lot of bad things, ones she never thought possible. However, in the name he had and the monstrosities that the larger of all others had forgotten, the black beast remained. Holding a permanent limp and a body coated in scars, Lucifer had fought for everything he had taken and earned and therefor had lost. It was a lot to unpack on a young woman's mind, but this copy cat of Nahawi took it all in stride with a sickening twist of her lips.

Meeting Lucifer's red gaze head on, Tefnut sucked in a breath before releasing it with a nod. Her long red tail lashed at her hocks before her frame moved towards the ocean. Lucifer was starting to spread his tendrils over the islands and she was the first one to be sent off. Annubis hadn't met her and with a whispering kiss on her fathers cheek, the mare vanished into the ocean with a jungle flower tangled in her mane.

Rising upon the shores of Salem with her body shaking and the jungle flower clasped in her mane, Tefnut looked out over the desert. She was unclaimed and in dire need of a teacher, but no one wanted anything to do with a Lucifer spawn. So, the mare had spent time in the jungles before the briefing with her father and then left. In the once forgotten hooves of a child with brain trauma stood a mustang built mare. Her body other than faint differences in her white markings matched her seed giver. She would never meet Nahawi and she would never learn his ways of a hero complex, but she was a’okay with that. Instead armed with some of Lucifer’s teaching and a need to better herself, the mare called to the lead of the one island Lucifer sent her to. She did not know why and neither did he entirely, but now here she was, signaling to the witch of the desert.

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