The Lost Islands
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Mazikeen
the hellfire queen
None
the king consort
None
the second in command
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.
Memories Can Be So Fleeting

For a moment she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, speak of the devil and he shall appear sort of thing. She blinked and shook her head but the sight didn’t change. Lucifer. Had he come for her? She had secretly hoped he would come rescue her and prevent their child being born on enemy soil. She might have told herself she could understand his responsibilities stopping him coming, but hormones were a funny thing, especially those protective kind a mare got close to foaling.

She allowed the contact, sighing contently before remembering where they where. With a smile she reach out to return his gesture, touching his shoulder with her muzzle before looking back up at him you came? For me? And our child? the question was meant to sound rhetorical but she couldn’t help the slightly guarded note that was in her voice. In truth, if he said no.. well.. she’d have to hurt him. However she relaxed when he confirmed he was planning on getting them home.

She glanced around unease we’ll need to be fast, Nyimara not normally far and I’d rather not have to hear her gloating that she stopped us she said with a roll of her eyes although, fast might be a little difficult with me currently resembling a beached whale she said with a huff, following in his hoof prints.

She was still on a bit of a high that he had come for her so she picked up her pace to a slow canter, it was the fastest she felt able to go without fear of toppling sideway. The slightly sad but interesting thought that she would miss the verbal sparring with Nyimara was something she didn’t think Lucifer would want to hear about one of his rivals. Ah, alas it was a shame the two were enemies, maybe it was hormones or maybe it was stockholm syndrome but she did kind of like mare.


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