The Lost Islands
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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.

I'll be your end.

Pacific Rim
”Ill be your end…”



The duo were almost at an impasse, taking each other in. Pacific Rim was not sure of what moves this stallion would make, but her face was curious and her body posture showed the same emotion flickering in her blue gaze. Her long legs trembled faintly, itching to move forward with more strength than just the pawing of the earth, but she did not move a fraction of a hoof forward for she was also unsure of how this stallion would act. He so far had been friendly, but stallions alike could turn their emotions on a dime and honestly, she did not wish to deal with that much more this cold season.

Listening to his breath that she figured out was all he could make for sound, she watched like a hawk before he darted her way and flashed his teeth. Her ears were close to pinning against her head, but when he darted away she grew slowly to learn he was playing the foal game of tag. She had not played this in many moons and a faint light took control of her eyes as her tail swished against her body, almost as if it was swatting at flies but it was honestly batting at her faint trembling of muscles. Her urge to move was soon enough granted however.

Taking a leap start, the mares body moved over the snow in long strides before her front end raised up for a few hoof beats to land with her back legs in the air. She shook her neck with her mane flying all over, but the happy twinkle in her eyes allowed her to show without looking aggressive that she enjoyed this. She was young enough to play without repercussions and she was thankful he had started the game for her. Nickering as she moved though, the mare came closer to his prone frame that watched her.

Bounding forward, Pacific Rim let her muzzle get close to his shoulder before she bumped it without her teeth, her muscled frame hoping he would not stand there all day. Play, even if she was chasing him somewhere that could be his home, was not a worry. She needed a herd, one she could weave her way into and earn her keep while also being allowed her own space. So, as her muzzle bumped him in that almost slow moment, Pacific Rim let her eyes scan his own to assure him she was ready to play and follow.

American Paint Horse - Blue Roan Overo - Mare - 16hh
Frozen Mist
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