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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.
Posted on July 15, 2021 at 01:41:39 AM by Thea
 She closes her emerald eyes as a soft breeze lightly caresses her skin and a smile faintly traces itself across her lips. The warmth of the wind envelopes her and with it brings scents from lands that she has yet to set her hooves upon. She quietly wonders about these lands. What adventures did they hold? What creatures lay within their borders? Her active imagination begins to dream up such creatures - horses with wings and horns that grow from their heads - each of them vibrantly colored. What if she could fly? What if her coat was painted with deep purples and maroons, even dotted with star dust? A giggle leaves her lips as she thinks of such things (and for a brief moment she forgets her cowardice) forgets that she had ran from her daughter... and Roheryn. She clenches her eyes tighter as she tries to bring herself back to the magical creatures, but just like that they are gone. She swallows back the lump that begins to develop in her throat and tries to rid herself of the tears that threaten to spill on to her cheeks. But try as she may, she can feel them, one by one spill onto her cheeks. She turns her face towards the sea as she sniffles. Her heart beckons her back to her daughter (despite her fears), silently she hopes that Roh would not be upset and welcome her back. And as if the gods heard her prayers, Roheryn steps through the surf and makes his way toward her. As he draws closer she can see the look of complete surprise written across his face. Her heart begins to wildly thrum against her ribs as she waits for him to close the distance between them. I must be dead to see you back here. His voice is just above a whisper, barely audible above the sound of the surf and constant call of the seagulls. She begins to shake her head back and forth as a fresh wave of tears spills onto her cheeks. "No Roh, I am here. You certainly are not dead, for if you were dead then I would be too," she whispers back to him as she wills her numb legs to move. Her muzzle immediately finds his and then presses it along his cheek and finally rests against the muscles of his neck. How could she ever tell him about her fears? Or how cowardly she feels? She swallows back the lump in her throat. "I am so, so sorry. she mutters into his tangled mane. FLOWER CHILD
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- PROMISE LIVES WITHIN YOU - By ROHERYN July 16, 2021 at 02:36:17 PM
- strong enough to rise again, - By Thea July 27, 2021 at 08:13:04 PM
- PROMISE LIVES WITHIN YOU - By ROHERYN & Felarof August 4, 2021 at 04:04:51 PM
- tough enough to weather the worst storms, - By Thea August 5, 2021 at 07:45:23 PM
- PROMISE LIVES WITHIN YOU - By ROHERYN & Felarof August 4, 2021 at 04:04:51 PM
- strong enough to rise again, - By Thea July 27, 2021 at 08:13:04 PM
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