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 can’t do that….’
The excitement in her eyes dwindles just a bit. Despite herself, her lower lip pokes forward just a bit before she can manage to dismantle the pouting child expression as it slips into place. She snorts, dipping her head to rub her ashen muzzle over an invisible itch on her foreleg. Exhaling a sharp breath, she lifts her sapphire gaze back to his handsome features, a mask of nonchalant indifference set firmly into place. ”Oh…” she begins, giving her lavender shoulders a shake of dismissal. ’..words do it no justice.’ The small voice in her mind wants to whine like an admonished child. Brows narrow in frustration. She keeps it carefully contained behind closed lips. Now he just had to be screwing with her.
She is tempted to give into the child’s voice. She wants to stomp her hooves and demand that he take her to see this wonderful sight that could be better than this snow-covered field. She is tempted to let her temper loose and be the pampered child her sister often accused her of being…. But then again.
’That I can do.’ Four simple words that cause her deteriorating demeanor to perk up instantly. Lavender ears perk forward amid the damp tendrils of her alabaster mane as she lifts her small muzzle, a smile widening across her lips. ”You will?!?” she purrs, flicking her tail excitedly against her heels. Finally!
Were she a wiser creature she might have been wary of the crooked smile that twists the corners of his whiskered lips upwards. She might have even recognized the hunger for which his eyes greedily devoured her slender frame. She might have even paid attention to her mother’s warnings or her father’s rules if they had ever set them. But she is far from experienced and falls willingly into place at his heels. His large hooves leave deep impressions in the snow. Druna finds herself making a game of stretching out her own strides to place her smaller hooves in the path he cut across the open meadow. They pass others on their journey. Some even go out of their way to step clear of the dark stallion’s path. Most shoot her curious gazes. The gazes of envy she has seen often enough. Hell her twin tosses her that very gaze more often than she wishes to count. However, it is the pity and sympathy that she does not seem to comprehend. Why?
The closer to the treeline her nameless stranger leads her, the fewer faces disrupt their journey and it soothes the myriad of questions that their expressions bring her. The trail is much narrower now, forcing her to slow her pace to match his own. The trees are a maze to her, each looking the same as the next. If her newfound companion were to abandon her now, Druna wonders if she would ever manage to find her way back out to the meadow or even home for that matter. That fact causes the first flicker of concern to cross her mind. Instinctively she quickens her pace, stepping closer to the tall stallion’s hip. The closeness of his body strengthens the musk scent of the stallion, an action that causes her heart to flutter and warmth to flood her veins. A reaction she cannot quite describe or explain. It definitely wasn't in any of the stories mother used to tell her.
The sound of her beating heart is muffled by a different sound soon enough. Fluted lobes twitch atop her crown as Druna blinks up at her guardian for answers. But true to his nature (or so it would seem), the stallion kept silent, the infuriatingly charming and knowing smile in place upon his lips. The closer the sound grows, their path becomes more rocky and narrow, winding upward. Pale lashes blink away the steadily falling snowflakes, casting a gaze through the skeletal branches of the upper-most branches of the trees. It is then that she notices the mountain peaks, capped white with snow rising high above their heads. ”Woah. Is that where we are going?” she breathes, pausing a stuttered step to gaze up at the cloud-covered peaks. Her companion continues and she leaps forward to keep on his heels. In his true fashion, however, he either purposefully ignored her question or just plain could not hear her over the now roaring sound.
He ducks beneath a low-hanging branch and halts, giving Druna room to duck beneath the same branch. She comes to a halt beside him, brushing her shoulder against his side. ..’ one of the many wonders of these lands…’ he murmurs, his warm breath hanging in the cold space between them. She glances at him once more, offering him an appreciative smile before stepping boldly closer to the ice-fringed waters that continued to tumble down the granite tumble of the rockface. Tentatively she dips her small muzzle to the frothing surface of ice, jerking back as straying droplets of frigid water splash across her face. ”I didn’t know there was even such a thing! And so clear! And COLD!” she exclaims with a playful giggle as she turns back to her handsome stranger. Sapphire eyes glitter as she gazed up at him, her coquettish smile growing. ”You said one of the wonders…” she purrs, her finely dished head tilting ever so slightly towards him, allowing her sterling forelock to settle easily over her brow. ”There is more?” I mean… she would no doubt be in a lot of trouble when she got back home, might as well make it worth it right?
DRUNA
lavender daughter of Evrain and Warduna