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.
the moon wanes yet i remain Posted on August 20, 2023 at 03:55:47 PM by Canis
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How long had it been since he'd left the Desert? A few weeks? A month? The young stallion was having trouble keeping track. Some part of him yearned to go back, insisted even. A single ear rotates, settling at a splayed angle. Perhaps it conveyed some of his indecisiveness. There were other more substantial reasons to head home, too. His mother, Sinaet, had not been far from her due date. So, there was likely a sibling he'd not yet met.
This thought makes something twist in the dappled male. There was no shortage of older siblings through his father, and, in a way, it is nice to be part of a big family. In the same vein, however, Canis often felt like a blip on his sire's radar. Would the same be true for this new foal? A dissatisfied snort fluttered his white nostrils. A promise to help guide his baby brother or sister wordlessly formed in his chest.
All this was thought and done silently as the young grullo made his way out of the humidity of the Lagoon and into the open reaches of the Crossing. Sweat trickled down the length of his neck, making the silver tendrils of his mane stick annoyingly to slick skin. His largely mismatched eyes had barely begun to scan the landscape immediately before him when he saw the golden figure of another. What would have been eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.
Before he gave himself a chance to doubt whatever social skills he has in general, much less with a girl, Canis called to her. It was a friendly sort of nicker. His ears pricked forward curiously. The dappled grullo approached her slowly, not in a creepy way, but casually, amiably. It wasn't like she was the first girl he'd spoken to outside of his family or anything. Was he still sweating? Gods, hopefully not, so he didn't stink.
He stops a few strides away from the pretty palomino to give them both a good buffer zone. A single ear tips back unsure. His trepidation was catching up with him. What seems like an awkward smile pulls at his pale lips, prompting a similar nervous half-chuckle. Canis realized now he hadn't actually waited for her to respond before trotting on over. Did she even want the company? "Sorry, ha. I didn't mean to just barge on over." He had a lot to learn. Would she laugh at him? "I'm Canis."