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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.

what a waste of blood and sweat.



quinn.


Quinn is not kept waiting long. The silver bay mare prances up to him with all the confidence in the world, and though the coffee-colored stallion doesn’t move right away, his eyes are sliding over her the moment she begins her approach. His ears flick toward her, and his skin jumps involuntarily at the warmth of her breath against him. Her intentions are clear, but he makes note of the absence of heat in her scent. His eyes narrow in suspicious curiosity — what does a pregnant mare want with him? In any case, he does not complain. He is not yet looking to spawn any poor little wretches, especially not with any woman with a mind of her own — as this one clearly has.

She turns away from him, then, apparently confident they would not be bothered. Quinn is conflicted; she is acting like a stallion staking a claim over a mare, and not the other way around. Irritation prickles within him, but he says nothing. A bold mare might bring him trouble, but they could certainly prove more useful than the timid ones. In any case, it was already clear that there would be no consequences should he decide to cover her. The irritation extinguishes quickly.

After a few moments, the pale-haired woman speaks, gesturing to the mingling horses in the Commons beyond them. Entertaining, she calls them. Quinn offers a smirk. He did not disagree. She implores him to try his luck, then, and the smoky stallion raises a brow to mirror her own. His icy blue eyes meet hers, and he gives a soft chuckle.

“Something tells me I need not bother,” he says knowingly. She had already come to him, after all. He arches his neck attractively, drawing his chin toward his chest before offering her his muzzle and a warm breath. “I find that if I must convince a woman, that woman is not for me, anyway,” he purrs. He has still not decided if he likes being claimed, as he suspects this mare has done to him, but he will entertain her for now.

This is, he muses, simply a different path he must take to reach his goals. Perhaps it is even the more desirable choice.

stallion. spanish mustang mutt. 15.3hh. smoky black overo.



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