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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 23, 2020 at 04:42:29 AM by Solomon
Solomon
With his attention divided as it was, Solomon does not miss Bjorn's pause and glance back. He responds by momentarily deviating from the girl's shoulder to square his body toward the stallion, neck arched and ears pinned. Thankfully the grullo stallion continued chasing the first mare, although Solomon didn't miss the momentary flash of regret on his face and decided to seek out more information on the stallion later.
Adrenaline still pumping through his system, he tosses his head and whirls back toward the mare he'd successfully taken as his own, but immediately raises his gaze to the treeline to check for any other potential threats to his conquest. Seeing none, he finally turns his attention back to the slender gray mare before him and relaxes fractionally. She may still make moves to escape, but he is far less worried about the damage she may do than he was of other stallions.
Solomon watches her display, and a loud chuckle ripples from his chest. Did she really think this act was going to work on him? Only moments ago the spirited girl had been ready to throw down for her new friend and now she was trying to convince him that she couldn't possibly walk a step farther?
He makes a non-committal noise in his throat but doesn't immediately respond, just drives her further forward, toward the shelter of the trees. Now that he could get a good look at his mare, he found he was even more pleased with his luck. She was not nearly as delicate as Quinn, although she didn't seem much older than the palomino at home. And she was not tainted with the scent of another, which meant there was a possibility his herd could be filled with two new foals come spring. He eyes her contemplatively, weighing the various courses of action.
If he were to try and force her to carry his child, she'd likely hate him for a long time, and her loyalty would likely never form. However, it would tie her to him in blood. By the same token, she already wasn't his biggest fan and likely would not consent willingly to a foal this season if he didn't force his hand. It was definitely something to think about, but they had the entire swim home to think about it. Solomon pushes the thought away for the moment, he had more self control than reducing himself to base desires in the middle of the Commons, even if his blood was up with adrenaline.
"I like my mares with a little fight in them. All practice is good practice." He says it mildly, reducing the pressure on her if/when they reach the treeline he's been angling her toward. This of course, was half true. He did like mares with spunk in them, but he much preferred loyal mares with spunk. The problem was, in order to get a loyal mare, one often had to weather a lot of the bad behavior first.
"I'm sure if we stay here we could find other things to fill our time. That is, if you'd really rather stay here to rest than come back home with me to the Cove." He tilts his head inquisitively, fairly certain she would pick up on the implication. He casts his gaze back to the open area of the commons. "I might even find another mare to bring home with you. It's funny how mares in heat take risks they wouldn't dream of in other seasons."
He muses aloud at the end before turning his attention back to the mare. He knows they hadn't even gotten to names yet, but there would be plenty of time for that in the future.
OOC: The option of a foal is open to you, but you certainly don't have to take it. If you do decide you want her to have one, Sol isn't above forcing a mare, but if he thinks he can wheedle his way into agreeing for one, he will certainly try.
Also sorry for the novel xD It's been a long time since I've gotten to play a jerk.
Adrenaline still pumping through his system, he tosses his head and whirls back toward the mare he'd successfully taken as his own, but immediately raises his gaze to the treeline to check for any other potential threats to his conquest. Seeing none, he finally turns his attention back to the slender gray mare before him and relaxes fractionally. She may still make moves to escape, but he is far less worried about the damage she may do than he was of other stallions.
Solomon watches her display, and a loud chuckle ripples from his chest. Did she really think this act was going to work on him? Only moments ago the spirited girl had been ready to throw down for her new friend and now she was trying to convince him that she couldn't possibly walk a step farther?
He makes a non-committal noise in his throat but doesn't immediately respond, just drives her further forward, toward the shelter of the trees. Now that he could get a good look at his mare, he found he was even more pleased with his luck. She was not nearly as delicate as Quinn, although she didn't seem much older than the palomino at home. And she was not tainted with the scent of another, which meant there was a possibility his herd could be filled with two new foals come spring. He eyes her contemplatively, weighing the various courses of action.
If he were to try and force her to carry his child, she'd likely hate him for a long time, and her loyalty would likely never form. However, it would tie her to him in blood. By the same token, she already wasn't his biggest fan and likely would not consent willingly to a foal this season if he didn't force his hand. It was definitely something to think about, but they had the entire swim home to think about it. Solomon pushes the thought away for the moment, he had more self control than reducing himself to base desires in the middle of the Commons, even if his blood was up with adrenaline.
"I like my mares with a little fight in them. All practice is good practice." He says it mildly, reducing the pressure on her if/when they reach the treeline he's been angling her toward. This of course, was half true. He did like mares with spunk in them, but he much preferred loyal mares with spunk. The problem was, in order to get a loyal mare, one often had to weather a lot of the bad behavior first.
"I'm sure if we stay here we could find other things to fill our time. That is, if you'd really rather stay here to rest than come back home with me to the Cove." He tilts his head inquisitively, fairly certain she would pick up on the implication. He casts his gaze back to the open area of the commons. "I might even find another mare to bring home with you. It's funny how mares in heat take risks they wouldn't dream of in other seasons."
He muses aloud at the end before turning his attention back to the mare. He knows they hadn't even gotten to names yet, but there would be plenty of time for that in the future.
OOC: The option of a foal is open to you, but you certainly don't have to take it. If you do decide you want her to have one, Sol isn't above forcing a mare, but if he thinks he can wheedle his way into agreeing for one, he will certainly try.
Also sorry for the novel xD It's been a long time since I've gotten to play a jerk.
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- i always feel like you haven't gone far - By Coda March 23, 2020 at 05:47:42 PM
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