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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 4, 2020 at 08:57:12 PM by YAZHEEN
Her skin had been rubbed raw by the ocean, flecks of red replaced with the cool smattering of white that stretched up her belly and gathered at her chest, inviting the eye to the soft spots of her body. She still stank of the sea, and in that salty, wet smell she found herself repulsed at her sorry state.
Yazheen could not see her reflection in the water, and for that she is thankful, as there is little bottling in her anger and disappointment.
She can hear her heart pounding in her ears, and the soft hiss as she breathes hotly against the winter air, standing still and yet with a great tremble of rage ripping across her skin.
Something touches her, pinches her skin, and only then does she move.
There is no scream, Yazheen is not a woman born of howlers, but there are teeth that swing and snap, reaching at anything that they can. Her hooves fly, and she kicks and bucks, twisting the direction of her attack to whatever had touched her. There is no fight or flight here, sinking into the edges of her mind, but instead a rage that seeks only to be let out on anything within arms reach.
She does not stop moving, and the cool winter air is suddenly alive with the clicking of her teeth, and whatever her legs do find contact with. She heard no words, instead Yazheen listens to the deep thrumming of her heartbeat that cracks in her skull
Yazheen could not see her reflection in the water, and for that she is thankful, as there is little bottling in her anger and disappointment.
She can hear her heart pounding in her ears, and the soft hiss as she breathes hotly against the winter air, standing still and yet with a great tremble of rage ripping across her skin.
Something touches her, pinches her skin, and only then does she move.
There is no scream, Yazheen is not a woman born of howlers, but there are teeth that swing and snap, reaching at anything that they can. Her hooves fly, and she kicks and bucks, twisting the direction of her attack to whatever had touched her. There is no fight or flight here, sinking into the edges of her mind, but instead a rage that seeks only to be let out on anything within arms reach.
She does not stop moving, and the cool winter air is suddenly alive with the clicking of her teeth, and whatever her legs do find contact with. She heard no words, instead Yazheen listens to the deep thrumming of her heartbeat that cracks in her skull
YAZHEEN
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- -THERE IS NO HONOR AMONG THEIVES - By ℭULLEN April 5, 2020 at 08:20:20 PM
- Paint my skin with the blood of my enemies. - By YAZHEEN April 7, 2020 at 11:44:48 AM
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