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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.

~ to run is to die tired. [claim]



shire x // stallion // 18 hh / Sooty Dunalino Roan Pintaloosa




Tyr had grown tired of just standing within the Lagoon; his body itching to move despite all his recent endeavors. It was when the moon was at it’s highest that he could take it no more and slunk out of the Lagoon, his dual colored eyes watchful for any followers. To his surprise, or ignorance, no one seemed to take notice of the large stallion moving throughout the night and he was able to leave well on his own.


It was the Meadows he ventured to first, drawn there each time as he had been since his very first day here. Though he did see a few others there, none interested him, and he continued to move onward. Perhaps the Commons, where Cullen had claimed him, that he could find something of interest? Without any hurry to his steps, the brute crossed from one territory to the other, but again was disappointed.


It was strange, and also humorous, that he looked for stallions now instead of mares. It almost felt taboo, which gave him an extra rush every time he thought he could pull it off. Needless to say, this night was going to be a bust though, and he turned to go back to the quiet Lagoon when something caught his eye. A dark shape along the water’s edge moved slightly with each wave that rolled in. It caused a snort to escape his nares, unsure if he should investigate, but eventually curiosity won over. The large brute made his way over to the strange shape, only discovering as he drew closer that it was a horse. The strong smell of the salt water had masked their scent, and now with closer inspection he could see it was a mare.


“Hello?” his deep voice rumbled as he lowered his head to their soggy red frame. Nudging along her neck gently, he even gave a few tugs of her salt crisp mane. She was alive, if only barely, as her flanks still moved. But laying in the water like this, she would not last long.

Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~

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