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 24, 2020 at 11:22:34 PM by CAIN
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He didn't expect to be pushing himself into the waters separating Salem from the free lands, but he knew he needed the place to get his head back right. He'd never been a stallion of doubts, but losing first to Vasilissa then to Ruger made him feel like a failure and he didn't like that feeling. He knew Geneva and the other mares didn't hold it against him, but he couldn't forgive himself for letting Primrose and Paisley down. He would never give up. He had to wait to challenge again but he would be humble and plead to Shamwari for help in the meantime. Primrose was worth more than his pride. Any of his mares were. For all his actions of monstrosity upon first arriving on the islands, the mares he met along the way had turned Cain a full 360 degrees to the stallion he was today. The stallion who didn't steal from others cause what mare deserved to be forced away from her herd? He hated thinking of Primrose in the Thicket, so far from home. He worried for her and his daughter at her side with a strange stallion and especially during the fall season when hormones ran hot. He didn't know Ruger so how could he know if the other stallion wouldn't force himself on her? The very thought enraged him, making him paw angrily at the sand beneath his hooves as he trudged up on the banks of the Common. Shaking out his coat, he let out a rattling snort and glanced around, his dark brown eyes twinkling in the dim moonlight. His tobiano coat was marred with fresh battle wounds and he walked with a slight limp on his back leg where Ruger landed a good kick but he still held his head high. He was still a lead stallion and he still had mares to protect and he would do that with every ounce of his being. He would keep fighting for Primrose until she was free. Even if she didn't return to him and the Desert, he just wanted her to know freedom. She deserved that and more. He knew he didn't have the largest herd on the islands and maybe he needed to make more of an effort in that department, but he hadn't been to the Commons since his interaction with Rougaru and Leonid. It was a bitter sweet memory, mostly bitter. He was different then, caught up in the testosterone of having another stallion challenge and insult him while he was talking to a mare. He lost his priorities and hated the idea of the mare rejecting him so he'd force claimed her with a bite and made her come to the Desert, only to have her avoid his company (or anyone's) from the moment she got there and then turn right around to escape to another island. He caught her in the act and gave her freedom, but it left a nasty taste in his mouth. He learned from the experience. Forcing a mare to his herd wasn't the right way to gain loyalty. He wanted strong survivors like his Vihaan and Geneva, Zubeia and Halequin. Even Primrose was a lot stronger than she gave herself credit for. He never wanted to go through that again so he avoided the Common, but finding company in the other free lands wasn't as easy. It had been a long time since he'd brought a mare back to the Desert so maybe he needed to go back to making an effort. He would just do it the right way this time. As he walked further onto the island, his gaze swept across two pale figures. The mare had a unique coat with a gray pattern but it wasn't just gray. It seemed to have patterns almost of red beneath and she had a beautiful red mark across her shoulder and neck. Her body language was on guard, her body tense and wary as she stepped futher back from the stallion across from her but he heard their voices striking up light conversation as he stepped closer. He kept his own pace slow and didn't hide his steps, not wanting to make either think he was sneaking up on them. The stallion smelled of the Lagoon, his pale palomino coat practically glowing beneath the moon. He seemed friendly enough, his body language open and non-hostile. Cain's ears flicked back and forth but he stopped a few feet away from both, giving them plenty of space in case he wasn't welcome. He caught the end of the mare's words and his great head tilted as his lips tugged in a little smile. "Smart, but I guess that depends on what you consider dangerous. I'm guessing night predators aren't high on your danger meter?" He continued watching both curiously, his voice neither accusing nor judgemental. Cain_stallion_6yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose) photo by JNix@Shutterstock |
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