Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.
hold your breath; Posted on July 14, 2017 at 09:35:27 PM by xiomara
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Xiomara felt the pinch of his teeth upon her leg and upon her shoulder as he bit back at her, but thankfully the mare jerked her head back just quick enough that only his hot breath touched her face. So when the stallion rose into a rear, so close that there was no escape, the mare rose with him and to try and slam her chest against his with her forward driving motion. This close neither would be able to use their front hooves against the other, but she could try to tip his balance and force him down.
When the stallion did come down; whether it was from his own accord or because she had forced him down, Xiomara also came down but did not attack again since he had halted his own assult. "I belong to the brotherhood, not you." She snapped at him, her silken voice coming out so frigid it was possible it could freeze him in place like some spell from a winter queen. Her tone also suggested she thought him a fool for saying she belonged to him; he was not boss. At least in her opinion he was nothing close to what a lagoon boss should be like as she had been born and raised among the island and knew the horror stories. "And I can think of no better use of my energy than reminding you of that."
Her expression matched his own, a hint of a snarl on her own face. But just like when he had first claimed her and Xiomara had exploded with a furious onslaught, the aggression simple disappeared as if it had never been upon her white features. "I suppose I will see my new home." Xiomara said, the words still cold but spoken as if it was her own idea and had nothing to do with him. Turning, the blue roan began a steady walk across the commons towards the lagoon as color began to return to the sky. They had spent enough time during their little spat that it had ruined her chance at staying among the darkness, but what was there to hide from now?
As she walked, Xiomara set her own pace. Should the stallion draw close enough to any range; whether a kick, bite or paw, Xiomara would strike out once more. But if he left her alone, giving her space, the blue roan mare would make her way without anymore fuss to the dreary swamp.
