The Lost Islands
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Common

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.

where the lost are the heroes; claim

Czernobog strolled through the Commons with ease; a shadow with no body, the black of his coat swallowing up the golden rays of autumn sun, he moved with intent, conviction in each step. The black brute was on a mission here, one that was fairly simple: find a companion. The Hills had quickly become his home, but in the days since arriving, he had felt loneliness creeping in. He had known too much of loneliness in his short life, between his absent parents and his lack of a true home, and when he arrived on these Islands, he vowed he would never let himself be lonely again. And so it was with that thought in mind, that singular goal, that he set off to the Commons.

He had been loitering most of the day, watching new and unfamiliar faces pass by, when he finally saw her. He spotted her from a distance, dark eyes landing on her petite form from across the vast field of yellowing grass. She was plain looking, the bay of her coat a rich ochre under the autumn sun, but there was nothing plain about the way she seemed to sequester herself away from everyone else. He had seen this before, the trepidation and fear that plague so many wanderers. He had felt it himself not too long ago, and so he understands what she is experiencing; it is through this understanding that he felt a desire to help her.

Dirt-specked hooves carried him towards the small woman, his approach slow and his body relaxed. He didn't want to contribute to her fears - rather, he hoped to act as a source of comfort.

When at last he was within earshot, Czernobog opened his mouth and greeted her with a gentle, "Hello." Dark eyes met one another and he continued, voice rumbling in the space between them, "You seem lost, hölgyem. I have been lost before, too. Is it scary, no? Come with me. I can offer you shelter and protection while you get your wits about you."

(( short & sweet, I was very eager to get him posted :D the next will definitely be longer <3 ))

six. friesian mix. solid black.
of the hills, father to none. pippa.
image by perfectperfection


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