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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 November 12, 2021 at 03:22:11 AM by CALYPSO
Her ears remain pressed against her taunt neck muscles as she glares up at the stubborn stallion. Why did he care? What did he want from her? A grimace contorts her face as he stubbornly stands his ground. Im not leaving you in this condition. "I'm fine!" she protests loudly "If I get up are you going to finally leave?" she asks defiantly and without waiting for his answer. (Because she already knew he was too stubborn to leave) She begins to painfully pull her legs beneath her shaking body - she winces and bites her cracked lips - as she one by one draws her legs to their full height. The muscles in her body scream their protests once more and then begin to violently shake with overexertion. A ragged breath is pulled into her narrow chest and her delicate nostrils flare as finally she stands on wobbly legs. She swivels a single ear toward the stallion as he begins to ramble on about his aunt in the peak, and how they would protect her. What was with this guy? Carefully - as to not upset her balance - she draws her bicolored gaze to meet his. "You owe me nothing," she says with a frustrated huff, "Why should I trust you? Why should I go anywhere with you?" her gaze is intense as she stares unblinking at the stallion. Its too dangerous for me to leave you here alone. At his words, she can feel the anger begin to boil beneath her skin once more. She was no fragile broken doll. She was ... well she wasn't entirely sure who she was. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was unshakeable strength deep within her soul, and fire like that of a dragon's breath. "And where is here? Hmmmm? Oh wise one..." she asks sarcastically as she raises her white face higher on her arching neck. "Why can I not take care of myself on this shore?" She hopes that eventually he will tire of her mind games and decide that helping the poor damsel, is not worth his time. Starry Eyed Girl Mutt // 9 years old // 15.0 hh // Dunskin Overo // Mare // Asche x Caesisus |
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- we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun November 15, 2021 at 09:26:28 AM
- First Breath After A Coma - By JABARI November 26, 2021 at 10:06:47 PM
- ~ show me the most damaged parts - By CALYPSO January 9, 2022 at 06:23:57 PM
- we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun January 17, 2022 at 03:02:45 AM
- First Breath After A Coma - By JABARI January 21, 2022 at 06:16:01 PM
- we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun January 17, 2022 at 03:02:45 AM
- ~ show me the most damaged parts - By CALYPSO January 9, 2022 at 06:23:57 PM
- First Breath After A Coma - By JABARI November 26, 2021 at 10:06:47 PM
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