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.
The young stallion breathed deeply as he dozed, his head slung lazily over the palomino's back. Her scent wafted into his nostrils like a sweet perfume in the late morning fog. Murmuring sweet nothings to the similarly sleeping mare, he set to grooming slow circles on her back and hips before eventually slipping away into the mist while she rested.
The cool of a morning breeze refreshed him immediately upon breaking out past the Lagoon's borders and into the open air of the Commons. Alioth noted as he passed that the hills were largely devoid of equine figures. This was a little surprising to him. Usually, all sorts of things and interactions were happening here; not that he was usually a part of them.
Alioth had been a quiet member of the Lagoon thus far in his first year. He took mainly to watching and observing his newfound brethren and their habits. Who spoke to who. Who was successful in their endeavors, and who did little. He didn't have the full scope of what went on within the jungle and swamp, but the spotted male was at least a little more educated before.
He vied to spend more time shoulder-to-shoulder with his boss Garmr. With a huff the day before, Alioth had set his sights on recruiting a new brother, or just bringing someone back in general if push came to shove. The Appaloosa simply wanted to toss his proverbial hat in the ring of making moves with and for the Lagoon.
The sound of a skittering rock attracted the stallion's attention through his thoughts. A small stone now lay before his hooves, and the two year-old looked up expectantly. What he found was another young stallion. Alioth couldn't tell if he was familiar or not as the other looked at him seemingly blank-faced. With a cock of his head, his dark eyes looked over the other's spots before speaking candidly, referencing the stone face with a touch of humor.