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.
Posted on March 22, 2020 at 06:48:43 PM by Solomon
Solomon
Luck favored him as of late. Not only had he managed to talk Shaydowfax into letting him lead the Cove, a land that she planned to vacate come Spring, but he'd done so without a single ounce of blood spilled. He'd be lying if the thought of her caving to him wasn't attractive, but there was no reason to poke the hornet's nest at the moment. She could hold her paltry lead mare title for now while he built his herd and re-honed his battle skills.
He'd made the trip earlier in the week, and had returned with his first mare for the new land, and then shortly after had settled the pretty palomino with his foal. The disappearance of her heat was really the only reason he felt comfortable enough to travel back to the Commons so soon. Now, he strolled along the clearing, his shrewd green eyes sliding over each group in turn until a commotion far across the way caught his eye.
A pairing of clearly delicate figures were being split by a small pony stallion, who had targeted the pale buckskin mare and begun driving her away. He watched for a moment, before realizing the opportunity that this had created. Solomon wasn't sure why the stallion had decided to go after only one of the mares, but he was a fool to leave the other one unguarded.
The tall stallion launches into a lope, his movement graceful with the influences of his heritage, and quickly closes the distance that separated them. Like Bjorn, he aims to separate the mares, although his focus is on the grey mare who stands defiantly trying to argue her way out of the situation. Sol's muzzle reaches out as he nips at her shoulder, aiming to mark her as his own, before bodily pressing close to her to drive her away.
"Or you can come with me without any fuss, love. Leave the girl to the pony stallion." His voice is low, but he does not try to offer her the illusions of kindness or gentleness. They are in the commons, and force-claiming was a very real option here.
If the other stallion knew what was good in the situation at hand, they could part ways both benefiting from the altercation and confusion. There was, however, a chance that the grullo could turn back on Solomon and so he split his attention between the two monochrome equines, choosing to ignore the buckskin instead.
He'd made the trip earlier in the week, and had returned with his first mare for the new land, and then shortly after had settled the pretty palomino with his foal. The disappearance of her heat was really the only reason he felt comfortable enough to travel back to the Commons so soon. Now, he strolled along the clearing, his shrewd green eyes sliding over each group in turn until a commotion far across the way caught his eye.
A pairing of clearly delicate figures were being split by a small pony stallion, who had targeted the pale buckskin mare and begun driving her away. He watched for a moment, before realizing the opportunity that this had created. Solomon wasn't sure why the stallion had decided to go after only one of the mares, but he was a fool to leave the other one unguarded.
The tall stallion launches into a lope, his movement graceful with the influences of his heritage, and quickly closes the distance that separated them. Like Bjorn, he aims to separate the mares, although his focus is on the grey mare who stands defiantly trying to argue her way out of the situation. Sol's muzzle reaches out as he nips at her shoulder, aiming to mark her as his own, before bodily pressing close to her to drive her away.
"Or you can come with me without any fuss, love. Leave the girl to the pony stallion." His voice is low, but he does not try to offer her the illusions of kindness or gentleness. They are in the commons, and force-claiming was a very real option here.
If the other stallion knew what was good in the situation at hand, they could part ways both benefiting from the altercation and confusion. There was, however, a chance that the grullo could turn back on Solomon and so he split his attention between the two monochrome equines, choosing to ignore the buckskin instead.
Replies:
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn March 22, 2020 at 11:50:44 PM
- though we are separated by time and distance - By Coda March 23, 2020 at 00:21:41 AM
- the sleep of a laboring man is sweet - By Solomon March 23, 2020 at 04:42:29 AM
- i always feel like you haven't gone far - By Coda March 23, 2020 at 05:47:42 PM
- the sleep of a laboring man is sweet - By Solomon March 23, 2020 at 04:42:29 AM
- though we are separated by time and distance - By Coda March 23, 2020 at 00:21:41 AM
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