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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 March 21, 2020 at 01:14:36 AM by Rougaru
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She had fire. It was an apparent trait shared between himself and the wolf. He liked the mares that balked at his touch. It was something he could never deny. He felt the rush of adrenaline as their ears pinned back beneath the thick windswept tangles of mane. His heart quicked at that elegant lift of their heads as they tossed it upwards in defiance. He could feel the testosterone rise through his body as each muscle tensed beneath sleek supple skin. It was an intoxicating and electrofying experiance and well who could blame him wanted to collect all the pretty baubles to himself. He had already created a nice little menagerie but well, he was not above expanding as it saw fit. Lucky, or unlucky for her, depending on how she saw it... she was the latest piece that already he felt sure would fit nicely into place among the narrow twisting paths and trails of paradise. He is prepared for her to strike out again, ready to tense his own muscles and lock the joints of his knees to strengthen the bones likely to take damage from her blow. Emerald eyes narrow in suspicion as she tosses her head in defiance and lips peel backwards to release a hiss of displeasure. Her elegant neck curls as she leans backwards into his touch. Perhaps it was the season itself, or the fact that she was indeed such an enticing prize regardless of who had claimed her womb. Whatever the cause he feels himself salivating hungrily at the prospect of taking her beneath him and no doubt would have if she had not decided in that moment to leap forward just clear of his reach. An amused smirk ghosts across ash dusted lips as he lurches forward, following her delicate dancer form with the brawny warrior frame of his own. Ears stand at attention amid the tangle of cream and caramel colored locks as her sultry tones ring clear challenge and taunt. A reminder that so far he had failed. It was not his seed that had taken away her heat... but he was content to settle with her pretty face; for now. Thickly musculed neck lifts broad muzzle of his own higher as multifaceted ooids gleam in the bright sun. "Then I do hope you find Atlantis appealing." he purrs, his own suave tones lingering upon the border of playful banter. Lead changes within his gait now as he angles his broad mass alongside her narrow frame, guiding her towards the shallow surf. "Come. Paradise is this way." 
silver bay | stallion | 7yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
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