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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.

in that space between your bones and soul.
Posted on December 7, 2022 at 02:09:04 AM by SIGUR�R

First, there was the pinch of his teeth against her skin and for a moment he was satisfied with himself. He had came to the Commons and laid claim to a pretty, fine boned woman. In his imagination, he laid before himself a grand story of fending off feuding stallions to lay claim to his prize. But his satisfaction was short lived. For out of the shadows blazed forth an opponent... one who was none other then Roisin - his half sister.

Gone is the playful filly or the excitable yearling. She was bigger now, the muscles along her shoulders and hindquarters fuller. Her sudden appearance paused his motion and his hooves stuttered to a halt as she came between him and his prize. "You can ask her with the manners I know you have, or you can go home without her," she snapped at him, her face contorted with irritation at his actions.

"Roi." he bemoaned as his ears flick backwards in displeasure at her ruining his fun, "we were just having a bit of fun," he offered with a snap of his tail across his haunches. Okay, mostly I was having fun. he thought to himself as he stared at his sister. When did she become so boring? He wondered as she turned her face to the mare and informed her that she was free to make her own choices. He had given her a choice...to the Harbor orrrrr to the Harbor. That is a choice. A mischievous smile ghosted his lips as the dark woman spoke about choices and the lack of them for her.

"Oh Roi, you know that I'm not a bad choice..." he mused aloud as his eyes stay trained on his sister.

"There are definitely worse places she could end up, like the Lagoon," he offered as his glacial blue eyes shifted to the woman beside his sister. "The Lagoon is not where you want to go... or maybe you do... heck I don't know, maybe your into that kind of thing," he said with a smirk tugging at his lips and a sideways glance thrown at his sister to gauge her reaction. He just couldn't help but to press his sister's buttons (she just made it so easy). "finnnne, I promise I won't bite you again," he said with a flick of his tail. Well, at least not too hard.

See, he could use manners. It was just funner not to.

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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