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.

Home is where your teeth sink in [claim]



I’ll keep the door open
in case you come home

It was difficult to balance the weight of his many recent failures with the rising tension of the upcoming Fall. The Bay stallion was both discouraged and more fueled than ever to wreak havoc, and so he found himself restless at home, looking for excuses to go out and explore. He was filled with frustrated energy, and one night when he could not sleep, he used that energy to take him to the Crossing.

It was not the first time he had seen the big central isle at night, but the area still looked like a different place under the moonlight. Fell had tired himself out at least a little by the swim, so he was content to walk quietly through the woods, delicate nostrils fluttering with the unfamiliar scents that filled the place. One of these was a fresh perfume that wafted toward him on the breeze, prompting him to lift his low-slung head and cup his ears forward. He paused, watching the darkness ahead of him, his eyes catching a pale shape as it slipped by a few paces away.

Intrigued, Fell followed where the pale shape had disappeared, lifting his upper lip to taste the air. The scent was unmistakably female, and her perfume was sweet and alluring. A snapped twig lured him closer, and he picked up his pace, enjoying this more precarious, patient game of cat and mouse. He steered away from her temporarily, cantering through the trees and circling toward where he suspected their paths would intersect again. There he paused, waiting for her.

While Fell could see her from a good distance away, it seemed she could not see him. The pale mare nearly collided with him, prompting the black stallion’s throat to constrict in a silent grunt. He did not pull back when she ran into him; rather, he pressed forward, coming up alongside her and trailing his teeth over her spine in a claiming nip. It was not as rough as he usually would have attempted; this was a new game, after all, and he followed it by drawing back just far enough to press his velvet black muzzle to hers in exchange of breaths.
FELL
stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.



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