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.
ruin all the things that i loved Posted on December 27, 2017 at 06:50:49 PM by makhai
He’d come in quick and determined, claiming the ridge for his own in swift order and it had felt like a small but satisfying victory as he spent his first night in the islands taking stock of every nook and cranny of his new home, leaving no stone unturned. By the time he’d settled down to rest from his journey to the islands, the moon was plummeting toward the horizon to greet the dawn. As he laid in the shadow of the ridge admiring the view of the stars twinkling overhead, the only complaint he could find with this new territory was that it was dreadfully - woefully - empty.
He’d been drawn to the common grounds day after day since then, lazily wandering the beach until the sun began to fall, then making the swim back to his island, his hopes always high that the next day would bring better luck - that he wouldn’t be the only soul in his lonely kingdom forever.
As always, he was right.
He spots her from a distance, shaking off the seawater and nipping at the grass as if she were waiting for someone, though there was no one else but him. She hadn’t spotted him yet and so he watches her quietly, mild amusement taking root as she picks up the pace, heading for the brush to get out of the biting winter wind, no doubt. He can’t blame her for that - it is cold, and by morning, he has no doubt that the world will glimmer with new frost from the dew and ocean spray clinging to each blade of green grass. He loves the winter, perhaps because it hides him so well where the darkness does not.
Sometimes, being white and spotted like a leopard can be a nuisance, but in the winter, the snow wrapped him up like a pretty present, embracing him in snow drifts and shimmering frost.
With one last, deep breath of winter, he begins to pick his way toward the girl, a jovial prance in his step; he’s over-confident, his head held high as he approaches the brush she’d taken shelter behind, slipping behind it as well as if they weren’t strangers at all. ”Hello, there,” he chirps, and there’s something cocky about the way he talks, the way he carries himself and eyes her like a pretty flower he’d like to pluck up. ”The name’s Makhai. I saw you were all alone, figured I’d come keep you warm.”
He grins like a fool, stepping closer, testing the waters as he reaches out to nip toward her shoulder. He’s never claimed a girl before, but he’d seen his old dad do it a few times, so how hard could it be? ”I’m the top dog at the Ridge, you’ll like it there. Warmer, tons of room to explore…” He pauses there, rocking casually from foot to foot and tossing his head, his white and black mane tossed askew. ”And of course, I’m there, so how bad could it be?”