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.
take what you can. Posted on April 28, 2020 at 07:50:22 PM by Rade
to live and burn is
the most exquisite form of self destruction
A different individual might have been irked at the lack of gratitude - or even interested - that the red mare showed in him after his intervention. Not so for Rade, who had already determined that this particular woman - like many others - was more trouble than she was worth. He had never particularly understood the obsession some of his gender held with gathering as large of a harem as their lands could possibly hold; even the anarchy of the Lagoon seemed like order compared to having so many women and children around.
Not to mention, the more you had the more there was for others to covet - and initiate conflict over.
The dun did not appear to understand this simple truth, hurling aggrieved words at the golden stallion that may have been intended to provoke or even wound him. For all the notice that Rade appeared to take, however, the Fjord may as well have held on to his silence and his last shreds of dignity. Instead, he turned and stalked off like a scolded yearling, completing the impression by kicking out with his hind legs as he departed. By that time Rade had already begun to move himself, twisting his wiry body around to face the jagged tooth of stone that was home to the Vulcans. As the gears of his mind began to chew over the first glimmerings of a plan, the palomino barely even noticed the hooves that sailed harmlessly past him. Barely noticed the pale scavenger of a stallion who had closed in on the roan mare.
Perhaps he might have pursued the woman and asserted his claim - if he were a different man. Instead, his legs began to carry him forwards and away from the pair of creatures without so much as a backwards glance. There were some who thought that building a legacy was as simple as gathering women to bear children, sowing a kingdom with the seed from one's loins. And there was some merit to the idea of keeping one's bloodlines strong - but that did not grant immortality of memory. As soon as these children were grown enough to begin vying for their own crowns, they would forget. The bonds formed of blood alone were feckless like that; quickly abandoned in favor of self-advancement.
Rade would not be forgotten.
Spring would arrive soon; he could taste it in the promise of warmth that lingered in the air. He would need to seek out Leto soon, lest she slip through his grasp forever. But first, he would pay visit to the Vulcans and sing praise of their victory. If they were amiable enough, perhaps the independent women would even be willing to discuss the future. For one thing was certain - things could not continue as they were. War threatened to consume this place, and if it did, they would burn with everyone else.
Increasing his pace to a steady lope, Rade left the commons - and the prizes of lesser kings - behind him.