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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.

~ you carry both lightning and thunder [claim]
Posted on November 6, 2022 at 08:49:07 AM by SIGUR�R

Sig! his sister whined as she tried her best to get him to play with her. She nipped him on the shoulder and then leapt away bucking and kicking in a desperate attempt to get his attention. His ears immediately laid against the muscles of his neck and a warning snort filled the tense air between them. "Not now, Skadi," he hissed at her before returning his attention to the tense conversation between his father and aunt. Their words were low and barely audible but he caught a few of the snippets. His death... no accident. At those words the hair along his spine stood on end. Grandfather's death had not been an accident... it had been planned?

A myriad of questions filtered through his mind. Who could of done such a thing? Why? Grandfather had his flaws (as we all do) but he had been harmless... What would anyone gain from his death? Then his wheels turned. They would gain ownership of all that his grandfather held. Lands. Power. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat - his grandfather's murder had been orchestrated.

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The Harbor King stumbled through the denses undergrowth. It all was too fresh. Too new. And it drove him from the comfort of his slumber, away from the memories that plagued him. He carried the burden of the truth across his shoulders - never once did he tell his siblings of what he had overheard.

Just as he steps from the undergrowth and into the clearing he almost collides with the woman of onyx and white. His ears instantly disappear into his dark wind knotted mane and his eyes narrow. Without thought he lunges at her, teeth seek her soft skin along her shoulder as retribution.

"Watch it!" he hisses as he sidesteps away from her. His tail lashes across his hindquarters and his hooves dance beneath him in a quick staccato. He could not help but admire the delicate curve of her face nor her midnight washed body with a smattering of silver. He waits impatiently for her response - excitement sends shivers down his spine.

Let the games begin.

S I G U R � R
Viking King of the Harbor

Icelandic x - 14.3 hh - Stallion -
Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera
Bj�rn x Nyimara

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