Just Breathe [claim/open]

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Mavecci Minst

Cold air misted the moisture of Mavecci's breath as it left his nostrils, a puffed cloud that lingered just long enough for him to move through it, breaking it apart. He was moving at a brisk, yet careful, trot, picking his way across rocky terrain that was not at all unfamiliar to him. He was not a very old stallion, but that didn't denounce maturity or confidence in such an area. To some, the pockets of ice and sharply jutting rocks could spell danger, but for him it was just more of the same. It was what he had been raised in, and what he knew. He was not as thick-coated as many tundra-dwelling equines tended to be, but he was never really uncomfortable even in the coldest winters. If you knew where to hide from the cold, you weren't really disadvantaged.

The white stallion slowed his movement, pale nose dropping toward the ground for a moment before he came to a stop. His proud head raised, nostrils puffing as he scented the air. There were traces here, of someone. But they were weak, so they had probably been gone for a while at least. Not that it really mattered to Mavecci - even if the scent had been strong and this land obviously claimed, he had traveled the north for so long that he wouldn't turn back just because that week's leader had decided to stake a claim. As far as he was concerned, this was his home, and he had as much right as any to walk upon it. It didn't seem like it would be a problem this time, though. And that was good, because he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon. If anyone could call rights upon this land, shouldn't it be him?

Mavecci opened his mouth and let out an inquiring whicker, even that light sound carrying on the gentle wind. Was anyone still here, he wondered? Regardless, he felt as if they'd have to get used to at least one more body around. He wasn't going anywhere.

[Hud]

Looks good and seems that everything is in order.
CLAIM ACCEPTED!

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