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.

cause i want honey on my table;
Posted on May 3, 2021 at 06:16:02 AM by B A L O R

He is changed - as trees change from autumn to naked winter. The Prairie, though emptier now than perhaps it had ever been, seemed much the same. The grasses still bent to the will of the wind. The horizon still dressed in pink evening glow. The stars still shown brightly at night. But Balor bore scars that were not there the previous spring - an addition to the constellation life had already branded into his flesh. He is worn, though not to ruins.

He comes to the Commons, not for want of food, but for want of company. The place he has grown to call home has been peaceful but far too quiet. There will be no mares to watch over as they labor this season, and while Balor loves his daughter, he is relieved that she, now a yearling, is no longer such a fragile thing - that he has not caused Darshan further pain in the physical bearing of more children. The last had been too much for her.

The clouds are heavy overhead, and the snowmelt has turned the ground soft and untrustworthy beneath his hooves, but he picks his way around the deepest of squelching, black mud. The land is not without its springtime floods, and Balor knows that soon enough summer will sap up the moisture and the green of the grasses with it. He is thankful, even for his muddy hooves, that the green might last a while longer.

A tall, spotted mare grazes not far off, and he decides to approach. She is as thin as a sapling tree, and her hide is bedraggled. Winter has not been easy on her. Balor, scarred as he is, can�t say much for his own hide, but the Prairie had kept him fed enough. He calls to her, deep as the eddies of a slow, gentle river.

�You�ve travelled a hard path.� he says as he comes to stand with her, side by side upon a small hill. �Perhaps we can travel it together for a time.� He says with a boyish smile that is not unlike a touch of warmth after a long and bitter winter.

�I am Balor.� he offers before lowering his head to snatch a mouthful of the sweet, tender grass.
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b a l o r
relic x chimaera

Replies:

& i couldn�t whisper when you needed it shouted; - By RIESLING [mag] May 4, 2021 at 02:31:38 AM
- I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest; - By B A L O R May 4, 2021 at 04:01:00 AM
  - & i couldn�t whisper when you needed it shouted; - By RIESLING [mag] May 4, 2021 at 09:06:50 PM
    - [x] - By feral July 11, 2021 at 02:54:25 AM

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