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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 April 2, 2020 at 09:22:17 PM by Solomon
Solomon
God, he hated this whole claiming gig. It was one thing to be alone with a pretty mare, to press your teeth into her skin and to know that she was yours, but all of that flew out the window when other stallions were involved. Then it turned into the world's worst pissing contest and it bored the ever loving hell out of him.
Especially now, when he knew the taste of her golden hide, and had felt the press of her feminine figure against him. He wanted her in his home, wanted to know that it was to him that she looked for protection, and to him for her affection. He would not share her any longer than he absolutely must.
He can see the annoyance in her face at his terse offering and he lashes at his haunches with his tail. What did she want him to offer? Did he want her to promise to love her forever, having known her a few scant minutes? Or did she want him to promise her a position recklessly, knowing nothing of her abilities? It was infuriating. He would offer her the protection of his body, and the continual worshipof her own. A herd burgeoning with possibilities and a future of excitement, if nothing else.
But she turns from him, not trusting his ability to provide for her.
Next to him, the roan stallion quickly grows distracted from the prize they are all here for, involving himself in sort sort of weird verbal sparring match with the grullo stallion. Solomon catches the name of the Ridge and takes that to be Bjorn's home, but that was hardly what interested him. Was the demented Lagoon stallion bragging about tasting another stallion's blood? Was his strategy for the golden vixen to simply show how batshit crazy he was?
As he turns to address Sol, the tobiano's ears pin back farther as he listens to his mad ranting. Halfway through, he stops listening, having felt a change in the air beside him. The grullo was clearly infuriated and Sol chuckled, seeing the shape in the water before the rage surfaced. As the roan finishes his soliloquy and turns his attention to Marzanna, Sol moves himself out of Bjorn's way and angles back toward the palomino mare.
He doesn't appreciate the familiar way the Lagoon lackey encroaches on her space, but thankfully Solomon doesn't have to worry about him slobbering over the palomino. As soon as he begins to move away, Bjorn launches his attack and Sol dodges nimbly away. He has no skin in whatever happened in their lives before.
His focus is Marzanna, as it has been since the show got started. He doesn't demean himself with chasing after her right away, although he does manuever himself so that he is closest to where she left and stands, neck arched tensely and eyes dark as she moves off. Her gaze meets his own as she signals her departure and he issues his own promise to her. "I'll come find you, Marzanna."
He watches as she begins to turn away. "And we'll pick up where we left off."
Solomon watches her retreat, half of him desperate to follow the sway of her hips, and the other half of him sliding back into strategy mode. Following her now would make him desperate, but he wouldn't dare let her think that he didn't want her. Standing his ground here left him two options - to leave and try his luck elsewhere, or to join into the altercation that had exploded behind him.
He had no skin in the game, nor any reason to injure himself protecting the honor of a dead stallion. However, Sol knew he would need allies if he was to succeed here, and he'd seen Bjorn act in a similar fashion to himself. The grullo stallion could be a potential ally, if he were to side with him and earn a small bit of favor.
And to be quite frank, he wanted to take the wind out of the roan's sails himself.
When it was clear that Marzanna wasn't coming back, Solomon whirled back around to launch himself toward the blue roan, jaws opening to reach for the lackey's rump.
Especially now, when he knew the taste of her golden hide, and had felt the press of her feminine figure against him. He wanted her in his home, wanted to know that it was to him that she looked for protection, and to him for her affection. He would not share her any longer than he absolutely must.
He can see the annoyance in her face at his terse offering and he lashes at his haunches with his tail. What did she want him to offer? Did he want her to promise to love her forever, having known her a few scant minutes? Or did she want him to promise her a position recklessly, knowing nothing of her abilities? It was infuriating. He would offer her the protection of his body, and the continual worshipof her own. A herd burgeoning with possibilities and a future of excitement, if nothing else.
But she turns from him, not trusting his ability to provide for her.
Next to him, the roan stallion quickly grows distracted from the prize they are all here for, involving himself in sort sort of weird verbal sparring match with the grullo stallion. Solomon catches the name of the Ridge and takes that to be Bjorn's home, but that was hardly what interested him. Was the demented Lagoon stallion bragging about tasting another stallion's blood? Was his strategy for the golden vixen to simply show how batshit crazy he was?
As he turns to address Sol, the tobiano's ears pin back farther as he listens to his mad ranting. Halfway through, he stops listening, having felt a change in the air beside him. The grullo was clearly infuriated and Sol chuckled, seeing the shape in the water before the rage surfaced. As the roan finishes his soliloquy and turns his attention to Marzanna, Sol moves himself out of Bjorn's way and angles back toward the palomino mare.
He doesn't appreciate the familiar way the Lagoon lackey encroaches on her space, but thankfully Solomon doesn't have to worry about him slobbering over the palomino. As soon as he begins to move away, Bjorn launches his attack and Sol dodges nimbly away. He has no skin in whatever happened in their lives before.
His focus is Marzanna, as it has been since the show got started. He doesn't demean himself with chasing after her right away, although he does manuever himself so that he is closest to where she left and stands, neck arched tensely and eyes dark as she moves off. Her gaze meets his own as she signals her departure and he issues his own promise to her. "I'll come find you, Marzanna."
He watches as she begins to turn away. "And we'll pick up where we left off."
Solomon watches her retreat, half of him desperate to follow the sway of her hips, and the other half of him sliding back into strategy mode. Following her now would make him desperate, but he wouldn't dare let her think that he didn't want her. Standing his ground here left him two options - to leave and try his luck elsewhere, or to join into the altercation that had exploded behind him.
He had no skin in the game, nor any reason to injure himself protecting the honor of a dead stallion. However, Sol knew he would need allies if he was to succeed here, and he'd seen Bjorn act in a similar fashion to himself. The grullo stallion could be a potential ally, if he were to side with him and earn a small bit of favor.
And to be quite frank, he wanted to take the wind out of the roan's sails himself.
When it was clear that Marzanna wasn't coming back, Solomon whirled back around to launch himself toward the blue roan, jaws opening to reach for the lackey's rump.
Replies:
- Why is all the rum gone? - By Raider April 2, 2020 at 09:41:36 PM
- A soldier on my own, - By Björn April 11, 2020 at 02:38:42 PM
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