The Lost Islands
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Nyimara & none chosen THE WITCH QUEEN & HER DEMON KING
Shenzi Companion
None Worthy SECOND
HERD
  • Kara
  • Tefnut
  • Cahyr
  • none
FOALS
  • Jaziri
    (Shenzi x Evrain)
  • Natyre
    (Nyimara x Asmo)
  • Zuri
    (Shenzi x Hasan)
SECONDS HERD
  • none
The DESERT Rules
  1. The Queen's word is final.
  2. We protect our own (Paradise & Dunes).
  3. An enemy to one is an enemy to all. (cove)
love, dante
i dream in phosphorescence » nyimara
Posted on March 16, 2025 at 05:28:51 PM by Helios

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Excruciating: it was a good word to describe the last several hours. The copper stallion had retreated from the battleground at little more than a shambling walk, sharp pain lancing down his hindlegs with every step. The blood weeping from the wound at the base of his spine was drying in small tacky streams down the curves of his hindquarters. Silver strands of his tail tangled in reddening clumps as Helios pressed on.

There would be no rest for the weakened Arabian that night. The consequences of his defeat would arrive swiftly. In the time it would take Lucifer to depart from the Dunes and return with whatever motley crew he'd assembled, Helios had to gather his herd (or what would remain of it) and leave the territory. The smart thing to do would be to head to the land of an ally. Nahawi was one of his longest-held alliances, but Helios knew it would be better to call on the aid of a closer ally on Salem.

This decision left him only two options since there had been no meeting between the Dunes and the new ruler in the Badlands. As for Evrain in the Hills, Caesarion had told him about the leader's scent fading along the borders. While there had been concern expressed for his ally upon hearing the news, there had been nothing for Helios to do without some sign of where the blue roan had gone or what had happened. This left only one viable option: Nyimara.

While the recent chance meeting with Asmodeus had ruffled the flaxen stallion's feathers, the chimera had showed no signs of returning to the Dunes, which had placated Helios at the time. Now, shuffling in the Desert sands well-past the border, the wounded male still found no trace of the stallion who had once stood at Nyimara's side. With the sun beginning to rise in the far east, Helios bugled insistently for the silver queen of the Desert, the cry leaving his throat with an anguished rasp. His herd was waiting with Caesarion in an oasis near the border, the very one where last the two royals had met. Time was running out.

Nyimara would either be his saving grace or a knife in his back in this: the hour of his greatest need. Standing in the ruin of his reign, Helios could only hope for the former.

Helios


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