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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.
Posted on March 2, 2023 at 03:56:18 PM by Rougaru
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The chocolate hessian watches the sterling lady as she steps cautiously from the shadows of the treeline and into the sun warmed meadow. Dark lashes blink slowly over multifaceted eyes of emerald as he takes in the delicate curve of her throat and the flare of her paper thin nostrils, almost as if she could smell the predators that lurked with him in the darkness. A small, malicious smirk tugged at the corners of his grizzled muzzle, the beast within grinning with anticipation. Long had it lay dormant, forced into the recesses of his mind as peace and tranquility settled over the desert herd. The islands around them had grown still, as if all within them were focused solely on fattening themselves for the coming autumn and winter when food would be at its scarsest. A memo that the old wolf apparently had missed. Instead, he busied himself about his desert home, lurking along his borders in search of hidden enemies and anticipating threats that never came. Frustration more than anything else brought him onto the main island today, and curiosity drove him to the commons. The scent of fall was thick in the air and though there were fewer mingling bodies in the meadow than he might have expected, it was still early in the season yet. ’Enough! Go!’ the beast snarls, its claws digging into the earth in frustration. She was a pretty thing, pretty and delicate with light bones and sleek skin. She would find acclimating to life in the desert much easier than one of the heavier set mares that he could steal from the other herds. No doubt by now they were already beginning to shed out their thin summer coats for heavier winter hides.Without a show of authority or some flashy announcement of his intentions, the chocolate colored stallion manifests himself from the shadows. Thickly muscled neck curls inward, causing long wind-knotted tassels of cream and caramel to shift and sashay to the rhythm of his ambling walk. A mischievous smile replaces the smirk that had only moments ago settled so firmly into place. Twin flutes tilt backwards and then forward again in greeting as he angles his broad form closer. ”My, My… Now what would a pretty little thing like you be doing out here on your own?” he purrs, his silky smooth words hanging easily in the humid air. The smile broadens across his lips. ”I know you have heard by now how dangerous it can be.” he continues, drawing the last of his words out a bit more than perhaps completely necessary. He had no intentions of scaring her, yet still he intended to make it clear to her his plan. She was his, whether she liked it or not. 
silver bay | stallion | 15yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
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