The Lost Islands
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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.

behind your eyes, nor the flames in your soul,







~ they have not yet noticed the lion hiding,



Another frigid gust of winds swirls the snow around them and pushes itself deep within Gavriel's gilded and white coat. He was prepared for the bone-chilling cold but by the looks of her shaking, shivering body she had come from a place that had not prepared her for such freezing temperatures. He closes the distance between them, his deep voice is gentle and his pale green eyes full of empathy.

Please. I’m f-f-freezing.

"I can see that..." he chuckles, a soft smile tugging his lips upward and then suddenly from the swirling snow a golden stallion materializes. Gavriel jerks his head toward the stallion as he rushes forward - teeth snapping - and shoves himself between them. A growl rumbles from Gavriel's chest and his ears pin against the sinew and coiled muscle of his neck.

"You will be taking her nowhere!" he snaps as his pale green eyes narrow "and I promise you that."

The golden stallion snaps at her shoulder and as he makes contact she reacts with her own retaliation. He can not help but feel a flicker of admiration for the spotted girl as she defiantly stands her ground while she sneers at him and refuses his attempts to herd her away.

I will not run from you,

Another one of her promises fills the frigid air around them. Garvriel's muscles bulge as he pushes himself toward her side and against the stallion - who was now sandwiched between them. A sudden anger begins to boil beneath his hide as a familiar stench permeates the air around the small stallion - realization dawns on him - he had smelt that stench before... in the Lagoon. The wretched place his mother had been held captive in, the place that robbed him of his mother until just recently.

His pale green eyes flash and his lips pull back to reveal his teeth, he then takes aim at the smaller stallion's opposite shoulder. "Go back to your cesspool!" he snarls. They had taken enough from him, and in time they would pay for their crimes - and it started today.



G a v r i e l


Lion Hearted King of the Arch

Draft Mutt // 3 // 17 hh // Amber Champagne Roan Pintaloosa // Stallion

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