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.

Like a shadow dancing on the edge;

Home.

He spoke of humans, and to this Harlequin finds her head tilting ever so slightly. The word was foreign to her tongue and though she was curious, she was not about to let the stallion know she was curious. At least not during this pissing match. Instead she tosses her head and gives her own shoulders a shug, dark eyes rolling with great emphasis. "Yawn." she says with a snort. "Easy to talk big and bad when they are no where around isn't it?" she asks her tone taunting.

He claimed to search for more than just a pretty face, his words implying that they were overrated and held little in regards of brains. To this she smirks her own tail flicking irritably as his gaze roamed freely over her skin. Though she would never admit it to him, she liked the feel of his eyes on her, the sensation of excitement as he inhales a thick breath, as if her perfume and the supple curves of her feminine figure were intoxicating to him. She smiles a coy smile, "I am sure you are easily persuaded by those empty heads who lift their tail high enough for you." she quips with a mischievous smirk.

She gives her skin one more shake, riding the dry grasses from the black and white patches of her skin. She had done some foolish things in her lifetime, gangly even as a filly but never had she been all but knocked on her ass. She was not a battle professional. She hardly spent any time with other equines outside of the few young years she spent on Tinuvel with father and his herd. She remembered sparring with her siblings here and there, but after she left the islands, nothing. She told herself she should not feel embarrassed, but telling herself to do something and actually doing it, well that was to totally different creatures. He takes a step back, a single ear flickering as he asks if she was quite finished and Harlequin raises her gaze to meet his. "I dont see how an exchange of insults could hamper your ability to escort me." she begins, pausing as a smirk ghosts across her muzzle. She does her best to feign the most innocent look as she could muster. "Or is it impossible for you to walk and talk at the same time?" she inquires a haughty laugh upon her lips as she sneers, "What in the gods above possessed you to claim the Desert?! Was it the only uninhabitable place you could find? Not up for a challenge are ya boy?" she taunts, flicking her tail in his face as she starts forward, her dancing gait slow as she waits for him to catch up. She was not nearly done tormenting him yet.

Harlequin
like a shadow dancing on the edge;
pic courtesy of mutednight @ deviantart


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