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.
Mea Culpa. (BLOCK) Posted on January 15, 2025 at 08:28:35 PM by Rutger
Rolling firm muscles as he heaved up from the lagoon floor, Rutger almost leaned into the fluid motion of his body. The once tight muscles were relaxed from sleep and the sparring scars didn't hinder his skin's stretch. Rolling his shoulders before giving a big shake, the greying red Pintaloosa huffed out a breath. If his calculations were correct, the stallion was pushing past his fifth year and would soon be turning six. It had been a whirlwind of time, but no longer did he hold the young still growing look of a boy as his body had finally finished fleshing itself out.
Yawning with green eyes closing, the half draft stallion felt the pop of his jaw that had another groan escaping him, enjoying the way his body roused from slumber much easier that it went to rest. Smacking his lips with ears flicking, the greying stallion gave a faint hum before feather clad hooves moved on from where he had slept. He was for some reason on a mission today, but he was unable to name what said mission was.
Leaving the bog of his home and stepping into the firm lands of the crossing, the green eyed male tilted his head and slowly looked around the open area. There wasn't much here to speak with, but as the winds tugged at his body and tore at his mane, he turned towards the closest section that headed towards the beach. In his flickering gaze, Rutger managed to catch two horses in the frame of his sight and a faint grin curled his lips. From here he could tell that the one was a lost lamb and the other a wolf no longer wearing sheep's clothing, but then again he could easily be wrong.
Moving his large frame forward, the bog smelling stallion let himself shift until he was in between them, a twinkle in his eyes as he latched his eyes upon the stallion. A smirk curled the corner of his lips before an ear flicked forward. “I'm not sure it's a wise idea to ask about foals so early into the season.” His words held a veiled bite to them, wiggling a worm in a sense to the bass so close to his lure. Turning to the mare though, he gave her an actual smile with his head dipping. “Pardon his manners miss.” Another dig, one Rutger hadn't felt so well wielded in his grasp in ages. “Whats brought such a lovely lady to the commons? When searching for a missing friend or family member, most search the other sections of this island first.” Replies: