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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.
Posted on July 1, 2020 at 01:03:02 AM by Solomon
Solomon
For once, it was not just idle curiousity that brought him to the Crossing Isle. Often he found his hooves carrying him here when sleep refused to come to him or when he needed the repetitive motion of walking and swimming to clear his head.
Today, however, he had a goal in mind and a purpose for doing it now rather than later. Solomon knew that if he waited until the season finished changing he would have a much harder time selecting a mare for the purpose he needed. It would be far too easy to tempt himself into keeping any lone mare he found once Fall descended on the land. He knew his own weaknesses and was well aware that keeping his priorities straight was not necessarily one of them when the prospect of children was on the table.
Now though, he needed to find something to replace Neala. The uniquely patched mare had been intended as a gift for the gray coated king of Tinuvel, a peace offering in hopes of a chance to take Tavas home down the line. Much had changed since the chimera mare had disappeared, and he had yet to replace her as a gift for the King and his sons.
Shrewdly he cast his gaze over the Crossing isle, searching for a mare that was young enough to tempt both the King and his dual princes. Solomon was still not entirely sure he agreed with honoring dual princes for a single territory. Not because he thought it was easy to choose between twin sons, but because it would eventually lead to a question of who truly ruled the island. If fate were to step in and take Warsaw out tomorrow, who would step up in his stead?
Solomon was fairly certain he knew the answer, though he kept this to himself. He was content to support and encourage Warsaw's rule for as long as it continued to be mutually beneficial, and the moment it no longer offered such rewards, he would look into his other options.
Finally, he spotted the rich red mare as she galloped across the Commons, clearly enjoying the brisk late summer air. He traced her gamboling with an amused smirk before leaping into action himself. It had been a long moment, weeks in fact, since he had last tangoed with the tobiano stallion of the Desert and he was eager to expend at least a little bit of his energy. Tossing his head, he echoes her challenge and with long strides brings himself to her side before sliding to a halt.
"I don't think I could have found anyone more perfect for what I have in mind," Solomon offers honestly, pleased laughter in his tone. Hoping that his comment has left her off-kilter enough to not counter him, he snakes forward to scrape his teeth against her shoulder briefly. It is perhaps more for the sake of other onlookers than herself, but it will hopefully make his intentions clear. As he withdraws he inclines his head the slightest fraction, "I'm Solomon, of the Cove."
He doesn't wait to see her reaction but gestures immediately toward the direction of the Cove, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. "I think the King of Tinuvel is going to be pretty happy to see you, darling. What's your name?"
Solomon says it even as he snakes forward, implying with body language that she should start moving in the indicated direction as they walked. What she had no way of knowing, but he was painfully aware of, was that he had no official claim to her just yet. He'd staked his mark on the grieving Eve not long ago, and anyone could step in between him and his present to the King.
OOC: I promise to everyone looking to claim mares. Its a plot and I'm not as mare hungry as I seem with Sol <3333 I promise he will keep his butt outta the commons for at least a little bitttt.
Today, however, he had a goal in mind and a purpose for doing it now rather than later. Solomon knew that if he waited until the season finished changing he would have a much harder time selecting a mare for the purpose he needed. It would be far too easy to tempt himself into keeping any lone mare he found once Fall descended on the land. He knew his own weaknesses and was well aware that keeping his priorities straight was not necessarily one of them when the prospect of children was on the table.
Now though, he needed to find something to replace Neala. The uniquely patched mare had been intended as a gift for the gray coated king of Tinuvel, a peace offering in hopes of a chance to take Tavas home down the line. Much had changed since the chimera mare had disappeared, and he had yet to replace her as a gift for the King and his sons.
Shrewdly he cast his gaze over the Crossing isle, searching for a mare that was young enough to tempt both the King and his dual princes. Solomon was still not entirely sure he agreed with honoring dual princes for a single territory. Not because he thought it was easy to choose between twin sons, but because it would eventually lead to a question of who truly ruled the island. If fate were to step in and take Warsaw out tomorrow, who would step up in his stead?
Solomon was fairly certain he knew the answer, though he kept this to himself. He was content to support and encourage Warsaw's rule for as long as it continued to be mutually beneficial, and the moment it no longer offered such rewards, he would look into his other options.
Finally, he spotted the rich red mare as she galloped across the Commons, clearly enjoying the brisk late summer air. He traced her gamboling with an amused smirk before leaping into action himself. It had been a long moment, weeks in fact, since he had last tangoed with the tobiano stallion of the Desert and he was eager to expend at least a little bit of his energy. Tossing his head, he echoes her challenge and with long strides brings himself to her side before sliding to a halt.
"I don't think I could have found anyone more perfect for what I have in mind," Solomon offers honestly, pleased laughter in his tone. Hoping that his comment has left her off-kilter enough to not counter him, he snakes forward to scrape his teeth against her shoulder briefly. It is perhaps more for the sake of other onlookers than herself, but it will hopefully make his intentions clear. As he withdraws he inclines his head the slightest fraction, "I'm Solomon, of the Cove."
He doesn't wait to see her reaction but gestures immediately toward the direction of the Cove, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. "I think the King of Tinuvel is going to be pretty happy to see you, darling. What's your name?"
Solomon says it even as he snakes forward, implying with body language that she should start moving in the indicated direction as they walked. What she had no way of knowing, but he was painfully aware of, was that he had no official claim to her just yet. He'd staked his mark on the grieving Eve not long ago, and anyone could step in between him and his present to the King.
OOC: I promise to everyone looking to claim mares. Its a plot and I'm not as mare hungry as I seem with Sol <3333 I promise he will keep his butt outta the commons for at least a little bitttt.
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