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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.

each day death crawls into my body:





~ each day death crawls into my body




He stands prone at the edge of the surf where it hisses and bubbles at his hooves. The entire world around him is washed in the silver and dark purples of the midnight hour. He tilts his chiseled head toward the silvery moon with an inaudible prayer on his whiskered lips. As the prayer ends, he steps into the cool waters and feels its embrace like that of a long lost lover. The water sparkles and shimmers around him with each stride. Until finally he pushes himself into the sea.

Time seems to slow as he glides through the sea. It is just him beneath the dark purple sky, shimmering stars and the pale face of the moon. It gives him time to reflect on all that has transpired over the last days, months and year. The battles, the friendships and the enemies made... And now the discovery of his sister. His sister. The word lingers in his mind. She is of his blood and of his flesh

-

He strides from the surf, each step is deliberate and with confidence. He does not slow until he is across the sands and within the brittle grasses that lay beyond. He halts and lifts his fine-boned head higher on his sleek neck; a chilly breeze ruffles through his locks of unkempt onyx mane. A movement draws his dark gaze where he finds a lithe crimson figure who moves beneath the midnight sky. But she is not alone, a familiar buckskin mare makes her way across the grass toward the newcomer.

Shaydowfax.

A smirk traces his whiskered lips as he moves forward to meet his foe. His ears catch the words that leave Shaydofax's lips as he slows to a halt. His tail flags over his haunches as he swivels his head toward her. "It seems here you are forcing mares into your home, even though you want mares to have free choice... Why not just giver her a choice now?" he tilts his head as the question lingers in the space between them. His dark eyes narrow on Shaydowfax. "Or are you afraid they would choose said stallion?"

He then turns his chiseled face toward the crimson mare. "'Ahlaan bik to the Lost Isles. I am Bahadır, Sultan of the Dunes,'' he introduces himself with a nod of his crown.


bay rabicano - egyptian arabian mutt - Orhan x A'idah
sultan of the Dunes



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