The Lost Islands
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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

The strange way of the world

He was almost like a deer in headlights with his straightened strange and alert ears. He didn't find it strange that he was watching her eat, no he was only curious, but as they caught the gaze of one another, he can only assume that was what she was thinking. She might think him some kind of stalker. They just seemed to stare at each other for a while. Neither really moved from their positions or got any closer.

Requiem did not even lift his gaze from the large blue mare even one time. It wasn't until she began to display some behavior of displeasure that he tried to look away. Unfortunately, he could not keep his gaze away for long. How long could this really go on before she ran again? He wasn't trying to scare her off or destroy what little peace she has just found by the water. Maybe it was best he moved along...

Requiem begins to turn his compact frame in the other direction. He takes a few steps with his eyes facing forward, but he couldn't help the last glance he made towards the blue mare. He couldn't see all her features from this far away, but he thought she looked attractive. Her body was thicker than his own and a lot darker. What he could smell of her scent was a mare not from these islands.

He wonders if someone can jump her to make her run or if she ran here escaping someone outside of the islands. He would never know without building up his courage and taking a chance. He stops in his tracks, turns back towards the mare, and lifts his lips to the sky. He nickers a greeting just to see what she might do with it.

Requiem
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