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.
With eyes wide open Posted on December 6, 2023 at 08:04:10 AM by Arannis
As the days grew shorter and the leaves fell from the trees, the grullo mare, Arannis, found herself in her favorite season. She relished the snow, the bitter air, and the absence of pesky bugs. With her beautiful thick coat and striking dun markings, she cut a stunning figure as she roamed the open meadow. Her mane and tail waved like a white flag in the winter winds, and her blue eyes scanned the surroundings as she walked, keeping a cautious eye on the other horses in the area.
One day, as she considered moving on to a new area, she heard a horrific scream that pierced the tranquility of the meadow. Arannis's ears pricked up, and she curled her pink velvet lip in response. She wasn't the only one who had heard it—a pack of coyotes had been alerted as well. Despite her aversion to socializing, the mare reluctantly trotted towards the source of the sound. When she reached the scene, she found a painted stallion trapped on a tree, with coyotes closing in on him.
Without hesitation, Arannis charged in to spook off the circling coyotes, using her thick, heavy hooves to catapult them into the trees. In the frenzy, one of the predators managed to jump out and bite her on the neck before she could toss it away. Once the coyotes had taken the hint and retreated, the mare cautiously approached the panicked stallion.
"Suppose I should introduce myself, I'm Arannis. You look a bit stuck? What is that on your hoof?" she said, gesturing towards the rope that was wrapped around his leg and caught on the tree. Arannis sniffed at the odd-looking object, then attempted to bite through the rope. When it proved too thick to chew through, she furrowed her brow with annoyance and swiped at the log with her front hooves, hoping to break the V-shaped branch that held the rope in place. After a few attempts, the branch finally broke loose. "Now tug your leg forward, and it should come loose," she instructed, stepping back in case the stallion decided to bolt.
"What is that around your leg anyway?" she asked, waiting patiently for his response.