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.

Are we flirting or fighting?open



The rumble came from beneath her feet, vibrating through her hooves to her very teeth, interrupting her grazing. It built and built, growing stronger with each new iteration. When the silence at last followed, Wynn peered around her as if check whether anyone else had heard that, whether they knew if it was earthquake or monster or - CRASH! The sudden strike of lightning blinded her, forcing her to freeze while the abrupt crescendo set her heart to racing. Small stones, dislodged by the rumble or by a surprised sister higher up in the mountains, added to the general cacophony.

Breathing quickly as her eyes re-adjusted, the spotted mare peered around her in surprise, her brow furrowed and a laugh bubbling up from inside her chest. "My goodness," she murmured, mostly to herself. There was no one around her, but that wasn't really surprising. For two years, Wynn had done her best to fit in but the Peak was dead quiet most of the time, and the times that it wasn't quiet it was dead serious, which was also not her vibe.

She glanced upward, eyeing the ominous storm cloud overhead with consideration before another rumble of thunder set her feet to moving. "Alright, alright, no need to get your tail in a twist," she grumbled, as if the storm itself had spoken some command to her.

Wynn had been contemplating moving on for some time now, and a chance to race the storm seemed as good a reason as any to get her striped hooves moving. She was a solidly built mare, her body robust and hardy from years growing up in the Badlands, and it took her a good moment to get her feet beneath her as she charged forward. Eventually, she was running flat out - dark tail tugged out behind her like a proud banner, her thick neck jutting upward and a gleeful smile on her lips.

The Peak fell away behind her to an open space crisscrossed with different trails and paths. She assumed it was the Commons, but didn't pause to investigate. The spirit of the storm had taken her and she scarcely chose where her next hooves were going to land, let alone where she was going to go next. Out of joy, she lifted her head and nickered loudly, inviting whoever was near to join the chase.
Young Adult Mare . 16.2h Mutt . Seal Brown Roan Blanket . Raegar x Filumena


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