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.
Not all tears are an evil Posted on March 4, 2021 at 06:01:59 PM by FELARóF
This was the first time he has ever left home. This was the first time he has ever left the islands of Salem. Everything about the swim to the crossing was daring and new. The way the warm waves push against his small frame, the way the hot sun beats upon his pale back. It only made the excitement bubbling in his gut build more rapidly. The swim and super long, especially for a first timer, but he makes it to the first beach he finds. Frosty white legs bring him further from the ocean as bright blue eyes take in his new surroundings.
His jaw lays open in awe at all the various colors of the trees that line the open field. He has never seen so many shades of orange and yellows in one place before! The Badlands did not have all these colors nor all the grass he saw before his eyes. The grass was still green! Despite his tired legs, Fel races forward towards the first patch of grass he could obtain. The older colt begins to graze, hungerly grabbing up large mouthfuls. It wasn't until the call of the mare broke his peace that he truly sees her. Fel had been too preoccupied with his new surroundings to notice any horse in the area, but now his eyes set on the stark white mare that stands not too far away.
Something draws him closer and closer to her. He was standing in front of her before he really had anything to say. The boy stares at her awkwardly, looking around once for a topic, until he finally clears his throat. "Hello! Were you calling for me?" His pale head tilts to the side as he asks this. He didn't notice anyone else around so he figured it was him she was calling. Fel also did not know what these grounds meant to the surrounding herd stallions. For all he knew, it was just a place to eat. Replies: