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.
hold your breath; [claim] Posted on November 14, 2019 at 11:38:30 PM by xiomara
information is the oxygen of the modern age,
She was boooored.
Xiomara had left the Inlet with annoyance coursing through her; not at what had played out with her and the herd. But because her victory had not brought anymore entertainment. Watching their faces; their anger among many emotions, brought Xiomara some joy but it wasn’t good enough, she had to find something else to fill the hungry blackness that always craved more inside her. If she did not feed it, the mare was afraid it would consume her instead.
As she brought her blue roan body from the salty waters, she immediately headed for the Commons. Maybe a stallion would mistake her for a homeless mare, try to claim her, and have one hell of a surprise. A smile curved her pink lips at the thought, her snow white face tossing towards the sky as a wild laugh escaped her. As her blue eyes focused ahead once more, she launched herself into a wild gallop. Free of worries, free of fear. The mare too wild to be tamed.
As she came to the commons, her icy gaze quickly fixated on a stallion grazing there. Rather than wait to see if he would claim her, Xiomara arched her neck and pinned her ears, her dark feathered legs giving powerful strides. The mare’s lofty trot made her banner extend behind her, waving like a flag. Despite being a mare, she mimicked every body posture of a stallion as she descended upon the male. Once she was near enough, she pulled up, but not before angling her body to press her side firmly against his.
“Hello handsome.” She purred, her silken tones nearly sickeningly sweet. Xiomara wove around him like a cat then, her lips reaching over to give a nip upon his shoulder as she passed it by. “Seems your mine now. What shall I call my new pet?”
