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.

We found each other in the dark



Through the black starless water,
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas.



Something about her interaction with Solomon made Tavas feel, well, unnerved. She couldn't stop thinking about the tobiano stallion, but there was a part of her that sounded off alarms in her head over him, too. This confusion left her feeling more restless than she was before, as she reluctantly returned to her Inlet home. She needed to find a way to get out of here.

In a moment of weakness, or perhaps just straight awkwardness, she had confided in Solomon that she wanted out. Out from underneath Warsaw. Out from the emotional back-and-forth over Requiem. Tavas wanted out of the life that had been dictated for her. She'd gone to the Ridge even, to see if there was any way to rekindle the brief flame she'd had with the Nordic stallion, Bjorn, but he wasn't there. Suddenly, she felt so alone.

Tavas slipped away from Tinuvel in the early morning hour, just as the sun was beginning to appear on the horizon. It cast the sea in gentile shades of pinks and oranges as she swam, her gold-flecked eyes focused on the hazy mass of the Crossing Isle which lay ahead. She knew stallions came here to claim mares. Technically that's what Solomon could have done when they first met upon the island's shores, but she assumed her title and sire were too off putting. It wasn't the worth the risk. But perhaps she could attract someone else - someone who didn't know her sire or maybe was too bullish to care.

She shook her sleek golden coat as she pulled her slight frame from the surf. The mare's dished face craned to the right and to the left as she looked around, and her whiskered nostrils flared. She heaved a great sigh, as if saying here goes nothing, as she strode out into the common pasture. Whatever came next, at least, she knew she had orchestrated herself. At least in some minuscule way.



T A V A S
Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl




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