The Lost Islands
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Emhyr & Canis
the keepers
None
the queen
Copperhead - Encelia
Hellfyre - Hemming
Kalypso - Nala
Zymora
canis' herd
None
captain of the guard
Aconite - Enver - Zircon
the guards
Eythora - Kohelet - Vhagar
the herd
Azarae - Enid - Kalysto
Koi - Orchid - Solzeren
Zebella
the foals
Daciana [???]
the allies
None
the enemies
the rules
  1. No getting friendly with enemies.
  2. Visits to allied territories are encouraged.
  3. In the event both kings are absent, the Queen will maintain the territory in their stead.
  4. Hover over names & ranks for additional information.
Burn the world down and meet me in hell.

Hellfyre chuckled at their daughter, something she still marvelled at, the filly was so curious and playful, she’d never seen a foal like this, back home the foals weren’t given the chance to behave how they wanted. She sighed at the thought, so much of her life could have gone differently had she not washed up here, she had deserted the war and that was punishable by death on sight.

She smiled in amusement watching Canis pulling faces as the tiny filly, something the youngster clearly found interest in. At his words her mood sobered slightly it was hard, growing up and surviving in that kind of environment. I don’t remember my mother, never knew my father, don’t ever remember playing as a foal or getting affection from anyone. It just wasn’t the done thing the mare had known no different for years, not until she had met Canis. I once asked some of the elders what started the war, they couldn’t give me an answer and it made me think that neither side knew what they were fighting for any more. That was the day I knew if I didn’t leave, I’d die in that place for a cause no-one remembered she had left that very night, but she had been spotted and the guards had chased her for miles.

Catching young Larkin’s mood shifting from playful and curious to tired she reach down to gentle rub her muzzle over the foal I think it’s time for you to rest my darling she murmured, encouraging the foal to lay down. Amusement lit her gaze when the filly plonked herself down practically on her mother’s hooves, tucking her head to her side before thinking better of it and just stretching flat out, purposely now laying on her mother hooves with a sigh of contentment.

Hellfyre had to hold in a chuckle, not wanting to wake the filly as she shook her head before her amused gazed travelled back up to meet Canis’ I never saw foals act like her before, is it normal for them to crave touch so much she whispered not wanting to wake the youngster.

With the efforts of labour beginning to catch up to her she yawn, fatigue seeping into her bones. Reaching over to brush her muzzle against Canis’ once more she whispered will you stay? the question one she hoped he would say yes to. She enjoyed his company and with her instincts making her fret over the newborns safety, she knew she would only be able to rest if he was with them.


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