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.
Ashteroth took in a deep breath of the crisp winter air, holding it for just a moment, before letting it out on a long sigh. The warmth clouded in front of her muzzle before being carried off by the wind. Turning her head, her blue eyes cast across the mountain she had long since claimed as her home. It felt empty the last few seasons, but it was not in the tobiano mare to go and claim like others did. She would just have to wait for those with a willing heart to join them or perhaps perish here like the lonely sisters before her. “You’re being pessimistic again, aren’t you?” Hrist snapped. Her sharp tone breaking Ashteroth’s thoughts so that she looked to her side where her two-year-old daughter stood. It was strange not seeing Arkadi at her hip. Her son was always trying to put out whatever fire Hrist started. But he had been right in leaving to find his own way. Arkadi was old enough and she had given her blessing for him to return should he ever need a place to rest and recover from his journey in life. Ashteroth knew it would not be the last time she got to see her son. “Why don’t we do something besides stand on this mountain?” Hrist continued, her green gaze sweeping down the trail that would lead to the other territories below. “I’m bored.” she continued and Ashteroth’s expression turned irritated. “Fine.” The Codebreaker snapped at last, breaking her silence. “I will go, but you are staying here.” Ashteroth wasn’t surprised at the gasp quickly followed by a scoff as she walked past the nearly white filly. “How is that supposed to fix my boredom?!” Hrist called after her mother, but Ashteroth only swished her tail and ignored the girl. It was her problem to figure out. Although winter’s grasp held the entire island, it felt warmer once Ashteroth had reached the base of the mountain. She wondered if perhaps she could find some lingering grass protected by the brush to graze on while she was here? But only after she had made a patrol through the Commons. That’s what she had come for. She had to remain focused. It felt like the painted mare had barely gotten to the Commons when voices reached her ears. The irritation she had felt towards Hrist was nothing like Ashteroth felt now. Ears tilting back but not quite pinned, the mare picked up a canter that carried her to the gathering. But as soon as her eyes found Marceline amidst the group, her ears fully buried in her dark mane. “Vultures.” She hissed as she reached them, her head snaking out in clear warning as her teeth clacked together with the promise of a bite and much more if they dared to get too close. Ashteroth hadn’t tasted the blood of her enemies in quite some time. Her little skirmish with the lagoon pup hardly counted. Not caring about their personal space, or even Marceline’s, Ashteroth moved at a collected trot down the spotted mare’s open side to circle behind her and moved up along the colt’s other side. Creating a barrier of the two mares on either side of him. Her hostile blue glare drifted over the black beast first, before moving to the spotted one. “Away with you both.” She commanded, knowing that for now, she had power over both of them.
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