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.
...all my bad intentions [open] Posted on March 4, 2021 at 02:41:33 PM by Ioona
The sleepy wildflower blooms Bob in the slight spring breeze, they nod too and fro to the gentle buzzing of thick bumblebees. Ioona stands as a mister cloud bound to the earth with dark eyes wet and watching. She is fragile, a glass ballerina meant for a high shelf that has danced and danced till one day her Gmc at was left open and she could finally taste the salt of the ocean on her lips.
It’s still early as a fine dew rests like tony precious diamonds on each grass blade and flower petal. Ever so carefully, the Arab mare steps, picking a path through an new land. There is promise...the scent of horses explode against her pale skin and she picks up her pace to venture further into on instinct and the desire to meet another who knows her native tongue.
Her long hair is tangled and knitted by burrs and seed pods, mud rises crudely to her knees from where she had sunk is wet mud from a misjudged embankment but she is alive.
The dark eyes gather and drink this new land as a small smile weaves across her dark lips. A call, short but strong, breaks the humming of an early summer onslaught. Ioona trembles but she must endure and remain with both ears pricked and listening.