The Lost Islands

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.

if you want love, i'm not your girl

Sonorae
Her dark eyes tracked the sun as it slid past it's apex and down, drawing long shadows across the commons before slipping below the horizon. The heat of the day extinguished long before the last afterglow of the day, and it was into this chilly twilight that the slender mare moved.

The darkness was her solace and comfort, where she felt the most alive and protected. Even tonight the moon hung bright in the sky, bathing the commons in it's monochrome brillance, leeching the color from everything she could see before her. Even her own coat, normally rather obviously marred by the massive red-bay bloodmark that covered her shoulder, neck and eye was nearly concealed by the darkness.

As a foal, when it had first appeared as the rest of her coat paled, she had been self concious of it. Her family had considered it a defect of sort, a physical manifestation of her contrary personality. Thus, as her independence grew, her opinions changed. Maturity had colored it with a sense of independence as she aged. No one could say they had anything quite like it.

Still, these things are far from the young girl's mind as she saunters forward, her dancer's steps light on the ground below as it begins to accumulate frost. She blows one soft breath out, the cold condensing the water vapor into a swirling cloud. Her ears prick toward the forest, then to the beaches, hoping to find them quiet. They were still, as she expected.

Sonorae had every intention of finding a home eventually, but she wanted to do so only when she had a full understanding of the frequent fliers in this land. She wanted to find a stallion, not herd through a hundred social butterflies in the Falls or Meadow, but she also wanted to know him first. If she could help it, the girl had no desire to go home with some slimeball that just wanted babies out of her. Hence the stakeout, and the eating only when the land was dark and quiet. When everyone had gone home to their safe little herds and families. It was then that the slender girl ventured into the dark and claimed it herself.

OOC: Don't much mind who comes to take her, but I would prefer that if you already have a girl of mine that you hold off for a couple days to give those who don't a chance :D

LUSITANO MARE | 3 YEARS | FLEABITTEN GREY w/ BLOODMARK | LOVEINSPIRED | HOMELESS | CREDIT


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