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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.
Posted on November 10, 2019 at 04:12:56 AM by CAIN
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When he mentioned humans, he noted the tilt of her head like she wasn't sure what that was. He would probably get the same reaction from most, if not all, of the horses around the islands. Oh well, good on them, never to know the cruelty of that species. Instead, she acted bored, asking if it was easy to talk big and bad when they weren't present. He lifted his head, not ashamed that he escaped. He wouldn't regret that. "Easier to talk, period, without a branding iron to my hip or a knife to my neck." She could taunt all she wanted but she would never know what he went through so he wouldn't let it bother him. In the end, it made him stronger. She seemed to find it amusing that he called the pretty mares airheads, finally smiling before she said that he would be persuaded if they lifted their tails. He laughed and rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I am a male." He was driven by testosterone and hormones just like any other red blooded stallion on the islands. Therefore, he could only agree that yes, he could be persuaded in body. "Children are the future, but I don't have to hold a conversation while creating them." He could see she was having a hard time moving past getting pushed to the ground, but he was willing to act like it never happened as long as she remembered that he would rise to the challenge should she think to do it again. Then she said that she didn't see how he couldn't do both at the same time as far as insulting and escorting, asking if it was impossible for him to walk and talk. He couldn't help but smirk. "If the first impression is anything to go off of, escorting you might take more energy than it would normally." Then she chose to put down his home. Why did everyone seem to have a problem with the desert? Was everyone princes and princesses around here used to grass up to their knees and flowing streams everywhere? Where was their sense of adventure? He took a daring step toward her, raising his head again as he gave her an even look. "Quite the contrary, princess. The Desert breeds hardy horses. If you can survive there, you can survive anywhere. I chose it." He couldn't help but smirk as she danced forward, snorting and tossing his head before he followed after her. OOC: We can move the thread to the Desert whenever you want <3 Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert photo by happinesseater@deviantart |
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