The Lost Islands
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Meadow

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

in the end, it doesn't even matter


Go on. Bare your teeth at me.
I'll pull them out one by one
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Her gaze - when it returns to him - is razor sharp and dangerous - and he grins reflexively, eager to meet her challenge. She was just as much an enigma to him now as she had been back then, and while the odds of him getting her all the way back to the Badlands to keep this time was astronomically smaller, he couldn't help but hope. She had rejected him then, but he was no gangly colt these days, but a stallion with a rank and a family and a place to call his own.

It was no kingship, but titles mattered little to Raegar. It had never made sense to him that a horse could call themselves royalty without doing anything to be worthy of such a title, or claim land and call themselves a leader. And if there was nothing to guarantee a horse was worthy of their rank, why should he bother acknowledging it?

Better to deal with respect instead.

The sort earned through deeds and actions rather than words. Through earning his place and holding it, through garnering his herd and protecting them, and through raising his children to be the same. Not with empty promises or threats that would not be followed through with.

"Raegar," he says gruffly, suddenly craving the sound of his name on her lips. He'd been so angry last time, so embarrassed at his tumble that it hadn't occurred to him that he had never introduced himself. That he didn't even know his scorpion-girl's name; she'd become such a fixture in his mind that it had become a part of his memory of her, as permanent as the wicked intelligence gleaming in her eyes.

He breathes about against her as she comes close, drinking in the breath she trades with him and then - with a wicked curve of a smile - reaches out to nip at her muzzle instead.

"No," he says with a smirk, head tipping slightly while his gaze roved appreciatively across her figure and then back to her face. "But you look like you might be. You're all the way out here all by your lonesome," he challenged, eyes locked on hers once more. "Not getting treated right at home?"
young stallion - mutt - seal bay overo - 15.1h - rafe x velahrn
Image by SeekerofGlory - All the rest by love


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