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.

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The sound of a horse squealing in pain nearby had woken the slumbering mare, jostling her from the security of her dreams and dropping her unceremoniously into the cold wakefulness of early dawn. She scrambled to her feet, as the squeals became snarls of rage - still not fully certain of what was going on - and peered in the direction of the sparring horses. They were unfamiliar to her, but clearly not to each other as they met in the air with a clash that sent dust puffing from both of their coats. She watched for a moment, still blinking sleep from her eyes, but could not decipher what it was they were fighting about.

One of them turned abruptly and began racing in her direction, bringing the fight toward the small alcove in which she'd been hiding. Shiloh didn't wait to see if they'd make it all the way to her or not and simply ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction. Ears cocked back for the sound of pursuit, the tobiano mare raced inland without paying too much attention to what path she had taken. When the sounds of their dispute finally faded, she slowed to a jagged trot and then finally to a walk with her head half-craned back to study the helter-skelter path she'd taken through the greenery for any evidence of pursuit.

None of the trees or bushes were familiar to her beyond having raced passed them a few seconds ago, and she turned to peer out at the rest of the open clearing she'd found herself in, wondering if this was some new part of the Meadow she hadn't explored yet.

Horses dotted this area in a far higher concentration than they had where she'd been prior. Nearly all of them seemed engaged in conversation already and at least one small group was bickering between themselves. Shiloh gave that group a wide berth and settled down in a quiet little meadow with one last, anxious look toward where she'd come from. She didn't know how or why those horses had been fighting, but she was nervous that they'd end up near her again and necessitate another mad dash for her own safety.

OOC: Open for anyone/anything, esp for drama <3
Mare - Mutt - 15.3h Classic Grullo Tobiano - Solomon x Lyrae
Image by Living Stills - Pixel Base by BronzeHalo - Rest by love


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