The Lost Islands
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Common

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.

bite me CLAIM
Posted on November 5, 2019 at 01:19:12 AM by CAIN



The breeding season was upon them and though he'd managed to cover two mares, it wasn't enough. Maybe it never would be. He had so many goals when he jumped that fence away from the torture of the humans and ran into the freedom of the wild. He hadn't hesitated to leap into the water and swim across the ocean to find what he couldn't have for the first four years of his life. The freedom to be his own boss instead of having someone whip and cut him into submission. They never got it from him, not fully. He learned how to play the part over time, how to lower his head and seem lifeless, until a hand would stray too close. It was a shock he was even still alive that long, after all the blood on the ground of that dirt pen they kept him in. He never quit fighting, not even when that gun was pointed at his head.

And he wouldn't stop now, either. He was still new to these islands, but that newness would wear off and when it did, he aimed to be pretty high up the food chain. Mares were harder to come by than he first thought, and though he could aimlessly fight for them on and off again, there were far more creative ways to get what he wanted. The Common was by far the easiest but the other herd stallions were quick to make their claims. Well, not today. Today, Cain would come away triumphant. He danced across the drying grass of the Common. Fall was in the air and the cooler weather left him with plenty of spunk. His dark eyes surveyed the landscape, only to come across a ghost of a mare wandering away from the tides. His nostrils flared as he tried to drink her in, but he was too far away. There was an easy remedy for that.

His tail went up like a flag as he took off across the Common, bee lining straight for her. He let out a bugle call, daring other stallions to try him cause he would take them all on just to have her in his herd. He thought he could smell another stallion close by and he snorted, a rattling sound from his lungs as he narrowed his eyes in warning before slowing to a prancing trot as he got closer to the mare. His thick neck arched, muscles rippling beneath his scarred skin as he looked over the mare and reached out his muzzle. "I am Cain, leader of the Desert. Who might you be?"

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