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.

Oderint Dum Metuant. (CLAIM)


LET THEM HATE AS LONG AS THEY FEAR.



Large white legs moved through the jungle with gray ears flicking forward. Eyes of a gentle fire blinked out over that of Paradise, their embers faintly gentle compared to normal. Sirens body seemed to sway through the foliage, her swollen womb making her movements more difficult. Azrael, Rutger, and a few others were in her herd now, or well their own. She knew that Paradise would be protected and with that thought the mare moved to the edge of the jungle and onto that of the beach. The water before her was gentle, but she knew that could change with the drop of a hat.


Striding to the water and soon enough swimming in it, Siren once again headed to the crossing isle. She had lost the last claimed mare from here to Tyr and she wanted to have others in her territory and herd. Siren could not build a good home if there was no one there with her. Siren hated being alone and she would change that, hopefully at least. Her large frame was daunting when she made herself this task, but she would do it anyways.


Moving through the water, Siren felt time go by before her hooves reached purchase upon the soil under the water. The sand was slick with the current pulling at it, but Siren did her best to move from the water and onto that of solid ground. Her long tail flicked against her hocks before her head turned as suddenly a call reached her ears out over the distance. It was a long ways away, but she had heard it just enough to follow the direction it had come from.


Curiosity claimed Siren as she moved through the land and set her eyes upon that of a mare. The silver bay before her had Sirens head tilting, the fire of danger leaving her eyes as she took in this horse out in the open and seeming to call for companions. The drafts large frame slowly moved, but soon enough she dipped her head gently to that of the mare and let her voice echo from her lips just a moment as she left enough room to keep the other horse from being uneasy.


“My name is Siren and I heard your call.”



SIREN’S SYMPHONY
Mare | 18hhs | Gray | The Crown of Paradise.




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