The Lost Islands
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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.

Hell on heels

FIRESTORM △


The season was getting ready to change, and Firestorm was ripe for the picking -- a fact she was well-aware of. She was young, and very much lived up to her namesake. Full of attitude with plenty of energy to back it up, she pulled herself from the sea and shook her coat. Clumps of darkened red hair were slung about as water was slung and thrown without care or regard for any of her sandy surroundings.

Throwing her brown eyes over her shoulder, she looks out among the horizon, and at the life she’d left behind. Surely, that crazy fool of a stallion wouldn’t follow her this far? He was meaner than a damn snake, demanding, and the fact that she got away would eat him alive. But she was clever, and he had always underestimated her cunning. And so as she climbed up the slope to more steady land, which opened up over an open meadow, she crossed it with a rocky trot. Before her, she saw a landscape of possibility and opportunity and she could feel enthusiasm begin to build within her.

And so, with a buck of excitement, she pranced across the open, with little care or regard for where her hooves lead her. Her form was easily spotted across the open. As she comes to a stop, she finds herself in a section of the open that she would soon come to know as the common. The tassels of her wetly clumped mane splashed down in messy strands across her red face and thick neck. Her sides heaved with labored breath after such an exertion of energy. But then, the roil and kick of her tantruming stomach reminds her of just how long it has been since she’s eaten a thing.

Unceremoniously, her head drops as she begins to graze. The grass didn’t taste as sweet, but it didn’t matter; she’d won her freedom. Satisfied doesn't begin to describe her mood.

To the untrained eye, the mare seems to be without any worry for her well-being or health. Yet to a more experienced presence, they would note the way her ears were on guard, despite how relaxed her posture seemed to be.

((Please don't post 'coming' unless said post will be posted same-day. I would prefer Firestorm not go to the peak, as I already have a character in mind for there! Otherwise, Firestorm is open to everyone. ♡ ))


RED ROAN / 14 HANDS / MUSTANG / MARE / PLAYED BY GLORY


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