 02:58:29 Tia| Thank you! Ill gene test now |
02:57:17 Sidi Tia,
You would have to get a genetic test done |
02:57:01 Gem| Hi Tia! Chimera is a random phenotype meaning that it will only say chimera explicitly if you gene test the horse. It is not reflected in the stated color because it doesn't correspond with the expressed genetics |
02:47:26 Tia| -HEE Click- Wow Look At This Filly, Why is she brown and black but says nothing about her being Chim? |
02:23:45 -HEE Click-
Oh my actual stars. This has to be the best catch ever |
02:09:33 diva
where have you been? i ypent 8 month aboard and am looking forwards to maybe move countries in the future ^^ |
01:36:11 🎀 Diva| I ve lived 4 years across the planet without seeing my family or country, now again it will be over a year I haven't seen home |
01:24:04 Gem| Thank you both McFossil and Wolf! <3 |
01:15:23 Feylings/Fey| What does F mean by your horses name where it usually shows E if you entered a show? |
01:13:26 Ari <3| Welcome to the game, Cries! |
12:53:53 Hey! Im cries-same as on Wolfplay
Was curious about this game so figured I would check it out:) |
12:44:47 McFossil| Also like driving fast but thatÂ’s a moot point. |
12:43:22 Wolf Burger (Leg)| Gem I mean sure, but I haven't ever been homesick <3 So if you want that side you can pm me but I'm going to bed as its late xD |
12:42:41 McFossil| Homesickness made me make an 80 mile trip that too 2 hours a 1 hour or less trip. So yeah. Home. I like home. |
12:24:33 Gem| This is completely random but could I interview someone about homesickness for a project? |
12:19:59 | Looking for literate RP partners. PM me. |
12:17:58 | Why does it keep breaking, sob |
12:17:04 -HEE Click-
How do we think he's gonna rate? |
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Jora smiled softly at Sage's teasing, the warmth of his breath against her skin making her heart flutter. She knew he'd never see himself the way she did, but that was part of the appeal. She couldn't help it—there was something about him, all rough edges and hidden softness, that made him more than just "cute" to her. "Well," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair a little more slowly, "I think you’re cute in your own way." The words came out light, teasing, but there was truth in them too. She could feel his relaxed weight against her, the quiet, contented hum of him as he settled back in, and she felt a wave of affection sweep over her. Most people might see the tattoos, piercings, and scars and immediately assume he was untouchable, dangerous even—but Jora knew better. She knew the soft spots only a few got to see, and that made him hers in a way that no one else could ever understand. "Besides," she added with a playful grin, her fingers still moving gently through his hair, "you *are* pretty cute when you're like this... all sleepy and soft." Her teasing was just a way to keep the moment light, but the fondness in her voice was real. She’d happily stay here with him, just like this, for as long as he was willing. |
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Sage couldn't help but chuckle softly in response to her comment, shrugging. "You're biased," he noted with an amused tone to his voice, lips curving up into a smile as he rested against her chest. He could hear her heart beating ....a steady rhythm that lulled him into a honestly very relaxed state. It was nice. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever been able to relax.... especially like this. And it had certainly never happened with another person before. So this was certainly nice. He tilted his head back to give her his normal crooked grin when she kept talking, the compliments heating his chest up despite the fact that he didn't see how calling him cute was possible. "What happened to handsome and sexy," he teased lightly. "Those are two very different things," he added with a chuckle, really just teasing her a bit. Whatever she called him....he appreciated knowing she truly cared for him. Thought he looked good. Thought he was worth it all. |
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Jora’s fingers gently threaded through his hair, feeling the weight of his head resting against her chest. She couldn't help but smile at the way he teased her, that crooked grin making her heart flutter in the most unexpected ways. His relaxed state, the way he just let go of whatever stress he usually carried, made her feel oddly protective in the best way. It was rare to see him this at ease, and she silently vowed to keep him like this for as long as possible. "You are handsome and sexy," she said, voice soft but certain, her lips brushing against his forehead as she spoke. "But I like cute too. There’s something about it." She shrugged, more teasing than serious. She could feel his heartbeat under her skin, and it warmed her more than any compliment ever could. "But if you want me to call you handsome, I can do that," she added, still holding him close. His teasing was endearing, but she hoped he knew the truth behind it. It wasn’t just about looks—it was how she felt when he was near, when they were together, and how he made her feel like she mattered. "I think you’re both. And everything in between." |
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Sage hummed softly when Jora spoke up about it, listening to her talk for a while, just listening to her voice. The love it carried. And it was all directed towards him. He wasnt sure he'd ever get used to it. "I'll take whatever you decide in the moment," he noted with a fond chuckle, pressing a light kiss to her collar bone before settling down again. "They mean about the same thing anyway," he added quietly. They were nice to hear, whichever words were spoken. In a literal sense they meant very different things, but all he heard was a 'i love you' whenever she said those things. And that, he thought, was more important than whatever the literal meanings of the words were. |
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Jora’s heart swelled as Sage spoke, his words sinking deep into her chest, warm and steady like the kiss he pressed to her skin. She could hear the affection in his voice, the way he said it so easily, without hesitation. It made her feel both grounded and free, all at once. She let out a soft breath, savoring the moment. There was something about the way Sage could take the simplest thing—like a word or a gesture—and turn it into something that felt like the very foundation of everything she had ever needed. It was humbling, and a little overwhelming, but in the best way. She couldn’t imagine ever tiring of hearing it. |
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Sage settled down after that, more than alright to just lay in the silence for a while, soaking in her warmth and scent, just listening to her heartbeat. It was nice. A steady rhythm, something that could easily ground him while still letting him relax. He really did appreciate it all. Eventually though, he knew they'd have to eat something, and wash up, and that sort of thing. There was still some work to be done, even if they wanted to lay around all day. In all honesty, he still needed something to do. He had too much energy to just lay around that long. And as much as they enjoyed it, getting intimate wasn't exactly the best way to get his energy out all the time either. It wouldn't keep uimf own for long, and they did have to do more besides fuck and sleep. So, he stirred after a while, letting out a sort of heavy breath but stretching all the same. "I think I'll go weed the garden and get that all set up quick before washing up," he thought out loud. "You're welcome to join if you can work on dinner or ..whatever," he added with a shrug. He didn't care much one way or the other ...no matter what happened they'd clean up and have food ready soon. |
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Jora blinked slowly, her hand still resting on his chest as he stirred. She’d been content, letting the warmth of his body and the steady thrum of his heartbeat lull her into that soft, sleepy space between wakefulness and rest. But she couldn’t deny the feeling of energy brewing inside him, the way he shifted like he needed to do something, anything, to burn through it. She watched as he stretched, and that familiar, almost playful smirk tugged at her lips. *Always moving, always thinking of the next thing.* She liked that about him, even if it did mean he couldn’t lie still for long. "Mm, I could join you in the garden," she said, her voice still heavy with the drowsiness of their shared quiet. She propped herself up on an elbow, looking over at him, trying to decide if she wanted to follow him out or stay here a little longer. But the idea of dinner, of putting something together with her own hands, felt more appealing now that he’d mentioned it. "Or," she continued, her lips quirking, "I could start dinner and let you work off that extra energy. You know how much I love when you make yourself useful." She stood up, stretching in that graceful way she always did, a slow, deliberate arch of her back, before turning to grab a blanket from the foot of the bed. "I'll start prepping something easy. You handle the garden, and we’ll both be productive." She caught his eye as she moved toward the door. "You know," she added, her voice light, "It’s almost as if we’ve got a rhythm here. You with the garden, me with the food. It could almost be a routine." She grinned. "Not that I’m complaining." |
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Sage nodded with a stretch of his own when she mentioned dinner, humming along happily. "That sounds good to me," he noted with a shake of his head. "I'm sure we'll be hungry by the time were both done," he added with a shrug, moving to haul himself up and go find his clothes, which were still tossed around the room randomly. A small chuckle came from his mouth when he noticed to scarf on the floor too, scooping it up with the rest of the things and tossing it into the back of a chair that was near the desk in the corner of the room, just to get it off the floor. He grinned back at jora as she spoke, nodding in agreement. "We could get used to that," he agreed lightly. It did make sense....and she was probably in charge of making food all the time anyway, unless it was over a fire and meat he'd hunted. That was the skill level he had. He slipped outside then, and moved to get to work, getting everything planted, and then the decorative plants around the front of the house all set up in a way he liked. Then he decided to go back to the garden and build a fence around it, since he didn't know what animals might be on the island. This was their food, not the animals. |
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Jora leaned against the doorframe, watching Sage as he moved about the room. It was kind of amusing, how he seemed to be constantly distracted by little things—like that scarf on the floor, or tossing his clothes around like it was nothing. She raised an eyebrow, half-smiling as he wandered off to start his chores. Typical Sage, always diving into work with that casual grin of his, like everything was a simple task to him. She'd always been the one to handle the kitchen, to make sure there was food when they needed it, but she didn’t mind. There was a certain rhythm to it, a comfort in the routine. But watching Sage out there—he was good with his hands, even if it was mostly the rougher side of things, like hunting or building—made her think. Maybe they'd balance each other out well in that sense. He could handle the heavy lifting, and she could keep things running smoothly inside. She could get used to that. She shook her head, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips as she imagined how it would look. Sage, probably getting lost in some sort of project again, while she stayed inside, cooking up something for the both of them. When he headed outside to work on the garden and put up a fence, Jora stayed back for a moment, lingering in the doorway to watch. The way he was already thinking about the animals on the island—planning ahead, protecting their food supply—was a good sign. It was rare to find someone who thought ahead like that, who didn’t just assume things would work out on their own. It made her appreciate him even more, even if he did have a tendency to get a little too wrapped up in his ideas. With a deep breath, she pushed herself off the doorframe and moved toward the kitchen. If he was busy with the plants, she’d get a head start on the meal. That way, by the time he was done, they'd both have something to look forward to. |
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Sage had moved to figure out where he wanted the fence to go, and then just moved to gather up sticks and logs from the forest nearby. Then he pounded the larger sticks...more tall trees really....into the ground. These would be the stakes, and would hold up against pretty heavy winds and rain and such. Any floods they might potentially face. He doubted it would happen, but just in case. The fence would hold. It would hold against animals too, except maybe a bear or something like that....but they didn't live here. Once those were in, he connected them with more big logs, tying them with twine he made from grass and then taking his shirt off before pounding them together with some of the nails they'd brought with them. Once he had a stable base, he moved to expertly twist the smaller branches into the larger ones, making a sort of weaving pattern that was strong and would keep animals and heavy wind gusts out, but would allow enough wind through to keep the wind from blowing it over. Once he was satisfied there, he moved to grab his shirt and the tools, placing everything away and then moving to the lake to wash up, just getting ready for bed a little bit since he'd be done outside for the day. Then he moved to slip back into the house, and into the kitchen, nose twitching as he picked up the scents coming from Joras direction. He moved to stick his head around her and peer into the pot with a soft hum as he reached her. "Whatcha making," he asked curiously, nose working at figuring it out. |
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