The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS

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.

the voices tell me im sane

For someone looking like a washed up mess you'd think they'd be a little more grateful, and yet despite the gentle way Nesrine prods at the prone woman on the ground she is met with angry words and blazing eyes, as though it was the fault of Nesrine herself that this woman had become a victim of the rough tides.

Silence her

There they are, her nagging counterparts, conspiring to ruin the moment with their need for violence in any shape or form. It would be so easy she reflects, eyes of gold flaring to life as she moves to take a step closer to the mare again but then there's another foreign body thrusting itself between them and she recoils from another angry voice with a slight dip to her ignored head. These lands were a strange one so far, just as the horses were. Her head hurts.

Her jaws part to perhaps calm the tension that was brewing, but before even a slip of breath could be exhaled the trio have now grown to include another fuming body that directs its own anger at the stallion standing guard over the downed mare, the one who'd snapped at her. All she wanted was to help, worry makes her bite onto her tongue, refusing to utter a word towards any of the crazies in front of her. A step back is taken, testing their alertness to herself or if they were truly focused on the mare in the sand, and when it appeared that no one was really taking care to notice her again she turns back to the trees and in a hurried pace is eager to put as many she can between her and them.

Coward

She wanted to cry out against the winds that berated her, she was anything but what they claimed her to be and yet, here she was running from the strangers on the beach all because they'd simply snapped and dismissed her so easily. Feels like home, another part of her subconscious pipes up, and she couldn't help but to agree. Even at home she'd been easily overlooked. The darkness of the forest allows her back into its folds, branches scratching painfully against the flesh of her body as though it welcomed her into her true home at long last.

mare - 3 - silver grullo - arabian mutt - 15.0hh
CHARACTER @ MEGGIEBOO | HTML © RILEY


Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->