Vashti
your queen


Her burnished, copper hide glistened over her sleek torso. even in the protection of the shadows, casted from the trees, she could feel the blanket of warmth from the sun encasing her. it hadn't been more than about a week, maybe more, that she had deemed these lands her home. she felt at peace here, with the serenity and tranquility the peaks brought. no stallions or drama to worry about and she could rest quietly with no burden of stress to weigh her down. it had been quite a week, getting settled and exploring her new home. with so much pent up energy, she had covered the peak's territory twice in just a couple days time. she especially loved going down near the shore, feeling the ocean's breeze, and the smell of the sea salt.

The night before, she had found a cushy, moss bedding beneath a huge, outstretched tree. immediately she had ambled over to it and sunk in, into it's comforting embrace. there, she had found deep rest. something she didn't know she had needed until waking up that morning. if one could, she would have slept in, but there was a disturbance in the birds, and in the air. she couldn't put a name to it, but the aroma had changed, and what filled her nasals now was of swamp. she stayed put, as she didn't feel quite threatened at the moment, and waited to see if her view from her sleeping quarters would allow her any visual of the intruder.

The clicking of hooves on the side of the mountain surged anticipation through her. her lobes swiveled forward in nervous interest as her honey hued orbs caught sight of the stallion that had entered into the lands. she wanted to get up, and... and what? introduce herself? confront him and tell him to get the hell out? ya, that would go over well. no, instead, she stayed put. even though her first instinct was to flee, as would be any creature, she decided no noise was better, than drawing attention to her place of privacy.

She watched the steed patiently and quietly as he continued to climb the mountain side and then he stopped. the reddish-bronze vixen slightly tilted her crown, wondering why he stopped. she had no doubt that her scent was now probably evident, and she debated on whether revealing her spot. cause now, either way, she would soon be found out.

Deciding to brave the odds, the desert bred pixie, with dynamite precision, managed to rise from her bed in one solid and fluid motion. succeeding with very little to no noise, only the sound of her lungs inhaling and exhaling the scent of the stallion and swamp. what a god awful smell it was too.

Her picturesque form was statue still as she waited for what was to come. too curious for her own good as to why he was even here. whether or not it was her business, she had been the one who had been disturbed from her sleep. it wasn't like this was his home. even if he had traveled these lands before her time. it didn't make that much of a difference to her.

called: Vashti
born: female
blood: egyptian arab
painted: Chestnut
seasons: 5 winters

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player: bamboo