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 to be careful. Claiming a mare was already a bold move so from here on he had to tread lightly with this black mare. The wrong move could set her off in a way that could cause a terrible chain reaction. She could run off to the Bay and tell Mariael she needed to be saved or she could run to the Peak for help. Either scenario was no in his favor and was not the attention he was looking for right now. Mocha eyes watched the mare closely as she reacts. He was actually glad she reacted enough to turn herself because staring at her rump for too long could become...complicated. Especially in the season of foaling.

Her posture suggests she is ready to protect herself and he was glad for the protest, but also wondering how he could make amends. He was new to this being friendly stuff. For awhile his expression was blank and uncaring, but he soon realized this and changed his face. A small smile appeared on his grey lips in attempts to seem friendly, but he couldn't help feeling awkward. It seemed to work because the small mare stepped towards him with her muzzle extended. She smelled him just as he smelled her. He got a good whiff of that lovely feminine scent that also drove him crazy. With mares owning territories now he could only imagine the stallion slaves they had drooling over their every word. All just to spend the night in their beds. Warsaw would not work for their affection, he would take it.

Now come on Warsaw that isn't nice of you. Shit, this was hard. The mare pulls back as she starts to speak, pulling his thoughts back to his new claim. His first claim since his return. His smile disappeared as he bit his tongue. There was a comment he wanted to snap back, but that would blow his cover. His grey skull shook a few times before setting back straight to look her in the eyes. His dark mochas to her pretty blues. "Apologizes I have never claimed another like that before. Something just came over me when I saw you I guess." A low rumble cleared his throat. "I am called Warsaw de Devil's Retribution, but just Warsaw is fine. Devil was my father's name." It was tradition to introduce himself this way. His grandfather had taught his children to always speak their father's lineage as their full name. It was some kind of religion based thing he practiced and now it was being passed down the generations. He takes a moment before speaking again. "The Inlet is my kingdom, and now, your home as well."

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

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