The Lost Islands
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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.

Vitam impendere vero.

A startled like look captured Nahawi's face as the mare seemed skittish of him. His blue eyes roam over her spotted coat then, worried he would find actual evidence of someone abusing her. He was used to spitfires and cranky horses, not meek and worried ones. Alarm bells rang in his mind as she backed away, but her words had him pausing a moment as he shuffled everything like a deck of cards in his head. He needed to think rationally, not with his hero complex.

Letting his sides rise with a deep breath, the red dun slowly exhaled and shook his head, righting himself mentally in order to keep him in the present and not lost to what he though. Blinking his oceanic eyes, the stallion tilted his head to the side as his voice filled the air around him. “No need to be sorry. You've done nothing wrong.” At least that he knew of anyways. “My names Nahawi.” He might as well get his name out there so that he wasn't a nameless beast puncturing her bubble like a cars headlights against fog.

Flicking his tail and swatting away flies, he shifted his frame. Resting a back leg, Nahawi took on an air of relaxation as both ears flicked forward. He was curious, but he didn't wish to startle the little lamb. She was pretty, all bay and white. Searching her eyes, the stallion noticed the two different hued orbs. “Welcome to the islands.”

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