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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.

a hurricane does not run from the rain.
Posted on December 6, 2022 at 11:28:32 PM by SIGUR�R

(warning- some language)

Stubborn. Taxing... Annoying. were all the words he would use to describe her. Couldn't she just do as she was told? What made her argue? And fight? She would of made this whole thing easier on him (and herself,) if she had just followed along. But no. She had to be troublesome. His ears remain knitted tightly against his neck muscles and beneath wind knotted onyx mane. With an audible thud their bodies collided and the snapping of his teeth as he reached for any bare skin. In return she lashed out, her hind hooves snapped backwards again and again until finally one landed a blow. He could feel its crushing weight then the searing pain blossomed across his forearm and upwards.

She hissed and cursed as she snapped her tail across her hocks. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her fire smolder and then consume her. She's so cute when she is mad.

Fine! I,"... "am Valentina, my mother is expecting me on Salem, and my father -"

As his weight collided with hers it threw her off balance and for a moment there was a moment of silence as they pressed against each other. He could not deny he liked their closeness.

She dug her hooves in and stood her ground, stubbornly defying his will to bring her to the Harbor. Their muscles tensed as they tried to get the upper hand on the other - each straining until sweat begins to prick their coats. Sweat darkens behind his ears, across his brown and his shoulders. Stubborn Valentina. He thought to himself as he strained harder to push her toward the beach.

"You're going to have to make me," she taunted and then suddenly her teeth connect with his two toned cheek. A surprised squeal burst past his gaping mouth and his hooves shuffled across the frozen earth. In a breath - he took a step back, seperating his body from hers.

"What..." he huffed "is your fucking problem?"

He drew another breath across his lips... Slowly he began to understand that this was not going to get her to come to the Harbor. Another breath. And that it was time to come at this from a different angle. "I was wrong..." the words are hard to push past his lips (no one EVER like to admit they were wrong) "and my sister would kick my ass if she knew I acted like this." he inwardly winced as he thought of his sister Roi. She would have his head for his behavior - if she ever found out.

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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