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Common information

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Lead stallion: Rikarðr
Claiming: Lasta
Activity: Claiming
Preferred RNG: Anything to impress the lady
Featuring: Rikardr and the beautiful mare he's trying to claim Lasta
Current Kingdom: Valley of Mounts, Holt
Bonus: +10% of Horse encounter +50% chances to have +10% of health (healing pictures only)
Word Count: ///
Art Quality:
- Full body (10)
- Soft shading (10)
- Simple Background (5)
Total roses: 15R

Note:
RNG gods for the love of everything, please be nice to me <3
((I'll add his scars later))

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A few hours before (TREK)

A few minutes before sunrise stood a stallion, not a noble Holtsman, but born of Beorg blood. Although that would not matter in this instance, when he spots within the tree line of the valley a figure he did not expect to see. For a moment, he narrowed his eyebrows as he spotted a white pelt move between the trees. It seemed slow, but walked with elegance - with an intense beat. Moving in the direction of where the white pelt headed to, he noticed what the creature was and smiled a little. A mare of his kind.
His heart began to pulse quickly, as this mare struck a cord with him. He didn't know what it was, but something about her pulled him to her and he hadn't even said 'hello'. Rikarðr knew this mare was a catch, and he had to get her. Devising a plan, he looked around for anything that might be worthy to the mare - something that she might like. Rikarðr kept eyeing the mare who seemed to have stopped now, grazing on the soft, early morning grasses; giving him time to find something to give the mare. A sign of romance. A sign he'd be good to her. To love and lead her, and to hopefully be what she wishes. It took him a few moments, but soon enough he found some roses lining a bush just by a tree. He was willing to go through hell and back for this stranger mare. What he didn't know when picking the rose flowers, his tongue would be pricked by the thorns that lay upon the stem. Once he had collected the flowers, he turned to the mare who had seemingly creeped up behind him.

"Hello handsome~.. never seen you around before." The mare cooed, obviously eyeing his large form. Rikarðr bowed his head a little and smiled a little, watching her carefully. Getting a closer look of her now, he noticed a limb or two that seemed 'out of place'. But the stallion did not care, it seemed to make him love her more for some odd reason. She was unique. "Same could be said to you." Rikarðr responded, with a soft purr in his voice.

"Are you free this early morning..? I'm guessing a stallion like you would be." The mare made her way around Rikarðr, who was still holding the roses and only now, just tasting the little bit of blood from the pricking of the rose thorns. The stallion thought for a moment a snickered. "Are you free for a lifetime?" Rikarðr asked which got a weird scoff laugh from the mare. From the look of it, the mare seemed interested in Rikarðr but he had to lure her in more.
"Ma'am, My tongue is currently bleeding from the thorns from these roses - but trust me when I say that I could offer you a life, with company." He spoke, placing the roses in front of him on the ground. As the mare stood to watch him, she giggled with seductive eyes. The mare brushed her tail against Rikarðr to pull the stallion close to her. It was alluring. He just hoped the mare was moved by him some how.

"Either take my word ma'am or, let me show you what I can offer you."

Description

|C l a i m i n g a t t e m p t|
| (1) |

Common information

______________________________

Lead stallion: Rikarðr
Claiming: Lasta
Activity: Claiming
Preferred RNG: Anything to impress the lady
Featuring: Rikardr and the beautiful mare he's trying to claim Lasta
Current Kingdom: Valley of Mounts, Holt
Bonus: +10% of Horse encounter +50% chances to have +10% of health (healing pictures only)
Word Count: ///
Art Quality:
- Full body (10)
- Soft shading (10)
- Simple Background (5)
Total roses: 15R

Note:
RNG gods for the love of everything, please be nice to me <3
((I'll add his scars later))

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

A few hours before (TREK)

A few minutes before sunrise stood a stallion, not a noble Holtsman, but born of Beorg blood. Although that would not matter in this instance, when he spots within the tree line of the valley a figure he did not expect to see. For a moment, he narrowed his eyebrows as he spotted a white pelt move between the trees. It seemed slow, but walked with elegance - with an intense beat. Moving in the direction of where the white pelt headed to, he noticed what the creature was and smiled a little. A mare of his kind.
His heart began to pulse quickly, as this mare struck a cord with him. He didn't know what it was, but something about her pulled him to her and he hadn't even said 'hello'. Rikarðr knew this mare was a catch, and he had to get her. Devising a plan, he looked around for anything that might be worthy to the mare - something that she might like. Rikarðr kept eyeing the mare who seemed to have stopped now, grazing on the soft, early morning grasses; giving him time to find something to give the mare. A sign of romance. A sign he'd be good to her. To love and lead her, and to hopefully be what she wishes. It took him a few moments, but soon enough he found some roses lining a bush just by a tree. He was willing to go through hell and back for this stranger mare. What he didn't know when picking the rose flowers, his tongue would be pricked by the thorns that lay upon the stem. Once he had collected the flowers, he turned to the mare who had seemingly creeped up behind him.

"Hello handsome~.. never seen you around before." The mare cooed, obviously eyeing his large form. Rikarðr bowed his head a little and smiled a little, watching her carefully. Getting a closer look of her now, he noticed a limb or two that seemed 'out of place'. But the stallion did not care, it seemed to make him love her more for some odd reason. She was unique. "Same could be said to you." Rikarðr responded, with a soft purr in his voice.

"Are you free this early morning..? I'm guessing a stallion like you would be." The mare made her way around Rikarðr, who was still holding the roses and only now, just tasting the little bit of blood from the pricking of the rose thorns. The stallion thought for a moment a snickered. "Are you free for a lifetime?" Rikarðr asked which got a weird scoff laugh from the mare. From the look of it, the mare seemed interested in Rikarðr but he had to lure her in more.
"Ma'am, My tongue is currently bleeding from the thorns from these roses - but trust me when I say that I could offer you a life, with company." He spoke, placing the roses in front of him on the ground. As the mare stood to watch him, she giggled with seductive eyes. The mare brushed her tail against Rikarðr to pull the stallion close to her. It was alluring. He just hoped the mare was moved by him some how.

"Either take my word ma'am or, let me show you what I can offer you."