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.
whispers in the tall grass (claim) Posted on August 4, 2024 at 11:58:04 PM by Lir
The sable had gone wandering again. For the the first time in a long while, he was content to do so. The events of the summer had much lightened his mood. Vervain had returned! His baby sister had finally come back to the Prairie since having been stolen away from them the previous summer. Much had changed about his striped sister, and seeing the difference in her countenance pained the stallion deeply. He could only hope that time would mend her spirits. Lir's thoughts did not linger long on the child she had brought home with her, not yet.
With things now settling down and everyone having found a new rhythm, Lir was finally taking steps toward his future. He had met a few ladies of late who had designed to follow him back to the safety of the Prairie. It filled him with pleasure to think of them and to think of the progress their individual presences truly meant to him.
When he and his dam arrived on the island, his mother's past was revealed to them. The paint's trust had been devastated by the thought that he did not know his closest companion, his dearest friend, his mother. For a long time afterward, even until recently, Lir had been almost fearful to attach himself to those outside the Prairie. He had even reconsidered his attachments *within* the land as well on particularly dark days, though Lir never revealed those thoughts to anyone else.
Having a newly cultivated confidence, the painted male left the comfort of home. He swam toward the Crossing and eventually found his way down the eastern coastline to the Falls before continuing the journey westward. Slowly, it seemed the path was being etched into memory. This, too, pleased the young stallion. However, the recollection became hazy not long after crossing into the commons from the meadow.
It was during a later attempt to forge onward that an old tree limb fell nearly on top of him. Its base at the tree had weakend with time, allowing the branch to release its tenuous hold at a wayward breeze. At the sound of snapping wood, Lir had begun to shy forward. So instead of falling down on top of him, the branch smacked against his right hindquarter, leaving a large smear of scratches and tree dirt down his backside and hindleg. His mind was momentarily overwhelmed by the natural instinct to shoot forward, and his body obeyed. His hooves clawed into the loamy soil, sending it curling and large chunks behind him as the stallion shot forward.
He'd only loped several strides when the dark mare came into view beyond the tall greenery. The dunskin snorted with a light toss of his head, shortening his stride into a trot some small distance from her. Lir couldn't say what about her bewitched him into coming forward, but he approached her with a friendly, but observant gaze and a polite nod of his head, blood still pounding hard in his veins.
"Apologies for any disturbance, lady. A branch nearly fell on me."
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