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.
whatever you do; CLAIM Posted on September 1, 2023 at 08:45:46 PM by Rafe
He slips into the Commons quietly, unwilling to draw unwanted attention (from Fell, from Xiomara or her distant king, from Marceline and the Peak) to his visit here. It’s been a few long seasons since he’s even bothered with claiming another mare. He’s been kept busy enough with those he has at home - additional mares in the Badlands just means additional mares for Fell to try and steal.
But he’s back on the Crossing, keeping an eye out for any sign of Marceline, aiming to engage in whatever idle gossip he can manage to charm from nomads. So it really won’t hurt to stop by, just check in on the pulse of the islands. He’s been so focused on Salem and Fell that he has little knowledge of what else has been going on.
His idle observations turn to actual interest when he spots a silver-haired, white splashed little mare picking her careful way across the wide-open field. Never let it be said that Rafe doesn’t have a type; she’s as dark-coated and light haired as Nyimara or Viveka, and painted as prettily as Klara is.
He turns from the direction he’d been heading to follow her, stopping a polite distance away. He blinks in surprise at her height - she’s a tiny little thing, not even the size of his own yearling children. Rafe had assumed it was perspective but apparently it isn’t - she’s just exceptionally small.
Even more interesting than her height is the visible burn scars on her legs and stomach. To survive something like that, she must be exceptionally strong. Well suited, then, for life in the Badlands. Salem is as harsh as it is beautiful, and after Arzela’s ill-timed death, he isn’t keen on welcoming any herd members back that don’t seem the sort to thrive in the harsh sun.
He watches her for a moment, gaze assessing before deciding. It won’t hurt to bring her back to the Badlands; he can always send her off again if she appears to be starving to death.
“You’re supposed to run from the flames, not through them.” He drawls, breaking the silence that has settled over the grassy expanse of the Common. Perhaps not his best conversation starter, but kind words do not come easily for strangers these days.