The Lost Islands
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Common

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.

Home is where your teeth sink in (claim)





I’ll keep the door open
in case you come home

Fell pulls himself onto the shore of the Crossing and shakes himself off begrudgingly. He doesn’t like being away from home, and hasn’t had the motivation lately to leave, but his borders have been quiet for a while and it seems foolish to pass up the opportunity before the foals come in spring.

The late Crossing winter is much milder than its sibling on Tinuvel, and soon Fell is sweating in his shaggy coat as he moves inland at a steady trot. His intact ear presses forward, the ragged stump of the torn one poking through the coarse black roots of his mane. His whiskered nostrils flare as he passes over the border into the Commons, drinking in the scents of strangers.

His eye is drawn from the few mingling individuals to one mare in particular. Her coat is blue, slashed with white, and the eye that he can see is the color of cloudless sky. From a distance, Fell’s gaze wanders over her, until he realizes what it is that catches his attention.

He could tell immediately that she is well muscled and fit, but the longer he looks, the more scars he can see littering her coat. She is hardy, that much is clear. Fell has enough experience to know that hardy mares are valuable on the harsher islands, and he is struck with both the logical want for another strong body in his herd and the irrational desire to possess.

He walks briskly closer, his nostrils flared with a breathy whicker as he draws near. He is incapable of sweet-talking anyone home with him, and brute force has proven inefficient in the long run for keeping a healthy and happy herd, so he has to resort to primitive flirtation. He extends his whiskered muzzle to the blue roan mare to exchange breaths if she will accept him, before withdrawing his chin to his chest and giving his head a shake. He rears playfully, keeping his feathered black hooves tucked beneath his elbows, and snorts once as he returns to the ground. He is shaggy and scarred himself, with half of one ear missing, and he is entirely mute; but he does his best to be charming nonetheless.
FELL
stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.


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