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.

Hold your breath; [claim]





XIOMARA

SKULL FACED WARRIORESS OF THE SHORE

To say the warrioress was pissed, would be an understatement. The blue roan could not believe she had allowed her golden buckskin to be take away, especially by a peak mare of all things. What would a wayward woman of the mountain want with him anyways? Perhaps just as she had said, to return the favor of when Xiomara had come for one of them. It caused the draft like mare to strike out at the sands of the Shore before tossing her head to show her rage. She could not, would not allow it!


They had already left, Angel and the Peak mare, but Xiomara plunged into the sea water after them. Perhaps if she swam hard enough, got there fast enough, she could intercept them and try to bar the way. To win her friend back and take him back to his home, to be safe like she promised. As the bone faced mare pulled herself from the sea’s grasp and onto the new shore, her azure eyes swept the land around here. It was not the Falls like she had been seeking, but the Crossing nonetheless. Perhaps she would still have a chance.


Picking up a canter, water droplets flew from her feathered legs and waving tail still heavy with the sea. Xiomara did not make it far though, when another figure caught her attention. Tucking her weight back on her hips, she slid to a stop as her white face whipped to the mare she had never seen before. Although that was common for this neutral ground, it was the knowledge of what her rounded belly meant and the location she had found herself. Neither were safe, but was she worth it? The longer she lingered, the further Angel got away.


Giving a harsh stomp of a powerful front leg as she weighed the options, Xiomara finally turned and trotted over to the mare. “You, mare, why are you here?” she demanded, her azure gaze boring into the welsh. “This is no place for one in your condition.” Xiomara glanced in the direction of the Peak briefly, her heart giving a heavy thump, before she looked to the mare once more. “Come, I will take you to the Shore. The weather is mild and there is plenty of food to supply you and the babe.” Hopefully Angel would understand why he must wait.

Mutt - Blue Roan - 15.2 hh - Olaf x Xina - Frost



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