The Lost Islands
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Annubis & None
The Dragga & His Drappa
None
The Faithful
Akkadian
The Beta
Hymn, Izumi
The Alpha's Pack
Promise
The Pups
None
The Beta's Charges
None
The Guardians
None
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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a burning eye in a lifeless sky



The song of victory sang in the young stallion's veins. Its rampant pace, punctuated by the erratic beating of his heart, made his spirits soar. From the Savanna down to Paradise, Akkadian did not falter in the path he led them down. Every so often the spotted stallion had wanted to reach his nose out to gently guide the young female south, but so far he had refrained from touching her. A glimmer of amusement sparked in his citrine gaze as Kade watched her take in the thick, verdant jungle that was Paradise. He had stared into that wild country with a similar look upon his arrival here with Lucifer. This would be her home now, so long as he managed to keep her safely tucked away.

The mottled stallion arched a brow in the slightest, yet cockiest look of surprise as she’d said: “You didn’t have to fight her.” For whatever reason, it had simply not occurred to Akkadian to simply walk up the pale and lovely creature before him. It could have been an oversight on his part, but it was something he would remember. All the time he was learning; it was thrilling. The bay roan devoured the sound of her laughter, hungry for every morsel of this new thing he felt developing between them. "Shall I throw myself at the feet of my captor and beg for mercy? Or would you be willing to tell me your name without all the theatrics?"

Akkadian’s black lips parted, allowing a short, breathy laugh to escape his mouth. A dark brow cocked humorously at her (perhaps playfully?) dramatic question. “My name is Akkadian,” the leopard stated, voice laced with amusement. His citrine eyes tracked the clean movement of her legs as the moon-white mare tread further down the beach. The spotted male followed smoothly, not really concerned that she might dart back into the sea. “If I didn’t need to fight her,” he mused aloud, “then can you really call me your captor?”

Akkadian


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