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.

Sinsof the father


He had already made trouble. Could he not just lay low like the original plan? It was only a matter of time before the Bay's Queen came knocking at his door so he conveiently left the Inlet for the day. He wasn't in the mood for bossy woman nor the very woman who thought she had control over him. He would teach her why the stallions were rightfully Kings above her anatomy. In due time, but today his mission was simple. Avoid her.

The spanish bred mutt slipped into the chilly waters of Tunivel. He swam toward the crossing, noting the change in water temperature as he swam. He could admit, his body was made for the warmth versus the cold, but he only felt at home on the ice. Even on his travels outside of the islands he stuck by the snowcapped mountains. There was a challenge to be had on Tinuvel and he was always jumping at a challenge. Warsaw made his way out of the ocean and onto the beach of thr commons. He knew this place second to his island. Most of his mares from the past had came from here, many unwilling.

It was not his intention to bring home a mare today, but he would off up the Inlet if he came acrossed any without a stallion. Solitude only went so far afterall. He reached the grass of the commons and lowered his muzzle for a nibble. It was there, in between chews, when he saw them. Two females chatting away without the presence of a male. I guess it was true. Females grew bold when it wasn't breeding season. He had the itch to walk over and claim them, but he stayed back. Today was going to be a good relaxing day. He would not cause trouble. His eyes glanced upwards as the sky shined a glow on the land he stood that told him night would soon be here. Tomorrow his prize should arrive.

A smirk spread over his lips and mocha eyes fell back upon the two mares. He made the decision to introduce himself before he left for home. Grey legs walked towards them in a gait seen by most spanish breeds, his head held proudly, and he let a nicker leave his lips. He stopped a few steps away from the taller, darker, of the two and bobbed his head at them. "Hello, fine evening isn't it?" He tried to sound kindly, be noble, but he just felt stupid.

Warsaw
sins of the father
stallion | grey overo | 16hh | king of the inlet

html by russell for tay


Ooc: Hope you don't mind him butting in. He'll be nice I promise! This is mostly to introduce himself and meet Nova.

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