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.
Write my name in your blood (open) Posted on September 1, 2023 at 08:42:36 PM by Astryd
As Astryd ventured forward onto the shores of the island, her delicate hooves touched the wet sand, leaving behind imprints that mirrored her petite stature. She stood at a mere 13 hands high, with a compact frame that spoke of agility and grace. Her slender build was cloaked in a coat that seemed to shimmer under the sunlight, resonating with a subtle elegance that caught the eye.
Her mane and tail cascaded down her back like liquid silver. Each strand seemed to possess a life of its own, flowing effortlessly with the wind's gentle whispers. The silver strands danced, capturing the light and reflecting it in a mesmerizing display of luster.
Intriguing azure pools gazed out at the world with a mixture of curiosity and longing. Crystal clear, they mirrored the sky and the depths of the ocean, carrying an undeniable sense of depth and wisdom. They sparkled with a bittersweet melancholy, silently confessing the ache for a home left behind.
As Astryd paced through the open meadow, her slender legs bore the remnants of the flames that ravaged her home. The minor burns etched into her skin, marring the pristine canvas, served as reminders of the fire that had ravaged her homeland. While the wounds were healing, the scars spoke of resilience, telling the story of her escape, her determination to survive.
The open meadows seemed to be an oasis of tranquility, and embraced her form, the soft grass bending under her weightless strides. Astryd's coat, now brushed by the caress of the gentle winds, possessed a gleam, as if kissed by crimson stardust. Each individual hair seemed to hold a shade of dark crimson unique to her, illuminating the meadow with a surreal glow as she meandered through the vast expanse.
Her arrival on this new island was a chance for transformation, a fresh start amidst unfamiliar surroundings. The mare's heart ached for the familiarity of her original home, yearning for what was lost. Yet, within the depths of her broken heart, she carried the spirit to adapt, to thrive in a new world that was not what she had known.
With time, the burns on her legs and belly would fade, becoming faint whispers in the tapestry of her being. Astryd vowed to honor her past, and the lives lost that day, carrying the memories close to her heart while forging ahead towards an uncertain future. The meadow whispered promises of solace, providing a gentle sanctuary where the mare could heal, embracing the beauty that shimmered within her spirit, undeniably resilient, as vibrant as the world around her. Replies: