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;





XIOMARA

SKULL FACED WARRIORESS OF THE SHORE

Even with the stallion’s reaction, Xiomara is not detoured. Instead, a wicked gleam enters her otherwise frigid gaze at the sound of his growl. It sends a shiver of pure excitement down her spine as adrenaline pulses in her veins like a drug. The way he snakes his body around her’s, the press of their bodies causes the mare to raise her crown towards the weeping sky and let out a fierce cry. The sound echoing among the roll of thunder.


And then he lays his teeth upon her.


Xiomara brings her head down to look at him again, her eyes fastening onto the stallion that stands before her so bravely pawing the ground. Clearly, he has no idea to his fate, or he would not be so brazen. The warrior queen does not mind though, and her steps are slow like a cougar’s prowl as she nears him. The chaos that dwells in her mind is smitten with the idea of returning the blows tenfold, to shed his blood onto the already soaked ground. It was then a smile curled her pretty pink lips.


Giving no indication to her actions, Xiomara lashes forward unexpectedly. Her front legs raise front the ground as she lurches forward, her teeth seeking the flesh upon his neck. Powerful hind legs surge her body forward, broad chest aimed to collide with his own in a display of power and unhinged fury. As she rips her teeth away in what she hopes was a successful attack, seeking the true taste of his blood this time as her front hooves connect with the ground again.


Rather than dance away, Xiomara continues her onslaught. Front legs rising from the ground once more, the mare rears in full on attack. Her feathered legs pawing the air in hopes of striking the stallion with each swing, the Queen seeks and revels with each collide. Only as she returns to the ground a second time does she stop, her pale nares flared as her flanks heave to take in each breath. But the fire still burns brightly, her mind lost to the addictive pull of battle. Yet the Queen waits, seeing if her new toy will continue to play, or if she has confused him with her brutality enough that he is ready to submit.

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



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