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.

Myth of the old GODS;

Myth of the old Gods;




The hints of a smile that occasionally ghost across Uprising’s lips give the sterling beast a sense of encouragement he had long thought lost. Raven tipped ears flit back and forth in appreciation of her praise. He had always thought mother’s choice of name was rather bland and quite frankly setting him up for failure. I mean, what type of impression could he leave in comparison to a god of old right? Regardless, the knowledge that she thought it was unique drew a pleased smile to his own whiskered lips as he hums a gentle tone in appreciation. It wasn’t often that he was the recipient of any form of flattery, however minute it might be.

The amenable conversation is pleasant, a drastic difference to his usual snippets of sarcasm or veiled challenge that was often directed towards towards the intruders that often found themselves trespassing in Paradise as of late. Different even from the continued encouragement he often found himself issuing to Izumi. As much as he adored his golden girl, growing up in the Lagoon had taken a more lasting affect on her than he first anticipated. Drawing her out of that tangled web of fear had been a long process and while he appreciated what progress they had made together, it was nice not having to check his tongue.

She comments on his statement and he snorts softly in acknowledgement, a single golden ooids glancing over at her beautiful pale face as she leans closer to where he grazed. She asks him to describe his home and the beast cannot help the rakish grin that sweeps across his handsome ash-dusted features. ”It is…. much MUCH better than this place….” he begins, pausing to swallow the mouthful of damp grass that tastelessly coats his tongue. ”At least this time of year anyway.” he finishes, letting silence settle between them for a moment before he manages to drum up the courage to continue. ”Would you like to see it?” he asks, small ears pitching forward with hope. ”It’s not that far from here if you don’t mind the swim.” he offers, lifting his head to search her gaze.




12 yrs - stallion - silver buckskin - 15.1hh - mutt - Rougaru x Celestia
annubis
love, dante



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