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.
You're playing my game now. (Claim) Posted on July 31, 2025 at 05:08:00 AM by Lucifer
From a sky coated in the darkest of storm clouds boomed the voice of thunder. Cracking electrical charges of lightning slammed down towards the ground as if they had been thrown by Zeus himself. The rain beat against the fall vegetation, hammering against long and dead grass. It wasn't a surprise that a creature of midnight moved through the commons on such a nasty day. The blackness of his frame matched the dark sky and the bright white lightning seemed to shine against his fur every time it crashed.
Pushing through the knee high grasses with ears lowered, Lucifer moved through the vast commons with no destination in mind. The storm raged too strong for most to be seen out in it, which had managed to become something he enjoyed. Licking his lips as he walked though, the beast was forced to change directions when his tail managed to snap up and against his side, the wind dragging it so hard he could almost see it out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't uncommon for the islands to get nasty storms, but it had been a bit since he got the full force of one so openly.
Heading into the trees with his head lowered, the stallion realized a tad too late that someone else was in this hidden section. He only realized someone was there when the scent of a mare filled his nostrils and warmth seemed to touch his one side. Lifting his head and fully opening his eyes, the Dunes king eyes the mare of black and white. Flicking one ear her way and the other staying tucked down, the stallion took a moment to figure out how he had bamboozled himself.
“Turn to face me if your comfortable around a stranger.” He rumbled, his tone deep and red eyes blinking. He was being kind, but that was a rare treat for anyone. Turning his head away, Lucifer kept his larger frame to where the wind hit him more than her, giving her a blanket of sorts from the biting wind. Part of his kindness at this time was the fact she looked like a drown rat. The other part of it was the iron scent of blood he could almost taste. She was injured. He was tired. It worked in her favor with him being so… docile.