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.

The Majesty of the world



Liland didn't know exactly where he was going just yet but perhaps he could get mares to follow him and help him find a place to call their own. He was 10 years old and well he was long due to take on a herd of his own. He had swam toa bay and attempted to stake claim to it. No one at the time had answered his call of claim but he knew someone could make their way to challenge the claim.

This rain was an annoyance but he was use to it. His mane had icecles in it and so did his tail, even some of his winter coat had it. But it didn't bother him, at least not physcially. Shaking his wet pelt out to quickly free it before it was all frozen he began moving over the ground.

His ears twitching this way and that as he moved. His nostrils trying to pick up scents, to no avail as he moved. It was alittle while in the common area before he noticed a rump. Most horses saught cover in this weather, but those use to cold tended to not care.

He whinnied to her to annonance his arrival as he did not wish to spook her. He moved toward her then hoping she heard him. He couldn't exactly claim her yet but if she wanted to hang out with him or follow him that worked too.

He stoped when he was in her vision but still gave her her space. His own rump kept facing the rain. You seem aloneHe didn't say lonely as sometimes being alone didnt' equeat to lonely.My name LilandHe says.

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