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.

i breathe her perfume in

cinnamon


It was apparent that the grey mare was uncomfortable as she seemed to squirm under Cinnamon’s gaze, though she made an effort to uphold conversation and he appreciated that. Still, the red stallion felt guilty for whatever discomfort the mare felt in his presence, and he took a step back to give her a bit more space.

"It has been a pretty warm summer so far, so I’m not surprised. You’ve been here before?" he asked casually. She seemed to grow more anxious by the second, though it didn’t show in her tone, only in the way the whites showed in her eyes, and her uncertain glances around them. He looked around them as well, wondering if some danger had begun to sneak up on them without him noticing, but saw nothing unusual. Maybe it’s me, he thought, but Cinnamon knew he was not usually threatening, and almost never intentionally aggressive. Maybe the grey mare was untrusting of stallions, which he thought was understandable; he’d just have to carry on being friendly if that was the case and hope she would loosen up a bit.

He chuckled when she introduced herself as Luthien and made sure to distinguish that she was not, in fact, the island of Luthien. "Same name by chance?" he asked with a slight cheeky smile. "My name is Cinnamon. Not to be confused with the spice," he said. "I wouldn’t say I’m spicy by any stretch." He cocked one hind hoof and relaxed, feeling lazy in the summer heat and hoping to be a calming presence for the anxious Luthien. He bent down to pluck a few blades of the lush grass at their feet when the grey mare hissed something under her breath, and he lifted his head to look at her in confusion.

"What was that?" he asked. Then, quieter, "Is everything okay?" He wondered if maybe there was something lurking close by that she could sense and he couldn’t. He waited to see if she would give him a sign of such a danger, or if he was just being paranoid and had not heard her say anything at all.

stallion // 16hh // EE A+a nSty // of the Bay
she marks her fingerprints
in my skin
i breathe her perfume in
and it burns like heroin
now she's in me
and i can't let her go
©six


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