The Lost Islands
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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.

I am the nightmare that became reality

Ruger

stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf

She was not afraid.


A sense of disappointment flooded through the stallion first before he decided he simply didn’t care. She was new here, so far as he knew, and wouldn’t understand the danger that lurked in these lands nor what the scent upon his flesh meant. Perhaps he should prey upon her innocence and take her home with him, or maybe he could play a game much like his father would have done? No, he had decided long ago he wasn’t going to be that beast.


“Luthien” he replied, a quirk of a smirk crawling across his face. His wolfish eyes drifted from her face to travel along her body in another quick assessment before returning to meet her steel colored orbs. “I believe the Prairie would suit you fine.” Ruger wondered if she would take his advise or not; thinking it was a trap. It should be. He was a lagoon stallion, the son of the wolf. How dare he actually be nice to another.


The urge to lunge forward, to place his teeth upon her flesh and claim her was sudden and nearly all consuming. Ruger nearly did just because he could, but rather, the stallion took a step back. He dipped his head and offered a crooked smile. “Until next time.” He said, before turning and taking his leave.



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