Zalika

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mare | 15 | mustang x arabian | red roan | 15.1
mother to Delinquent, Scythe, Arsen, Leda & Osceola

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Whoever came up with the idea to have the crippled one climb a fucking mountain should be shoved off the cliff face themselves. Zalika had been absent but she was not oblivious to what went on in the lagoon, and while Felony and she had yet to lay eyes on one another she knew he scented her, knew she was back and near; ever loyal until death. Perhaps this was a fitting way to go, trudge up a mountain and throw themselves off it. So she had set off after him just in case he got that notion in his head, because despite her joking she didn't want him to truly die.

How horses actually scaled these cliffs and lived was beyond her. Zalika's eyes take in the impressive towering real estate that was the peak; tall and proud, but cruel for subjecting her stallion to such a fate. Following his trail it wasn't hard to find her Felony alone on the rocky path, surprisingly determine to make the climb all alone. Silly foolish brute. Dainty legs pick there way up, hooves carefully placing themselves down so not to cause more of a mini rock slide. "Come on old man," she greets him on approach, lowering her small face to happily nudge at his side, yet also tensed to jump back and out of the way should he turn his teeth on her, which he often did. Raising her head, tail flagged high and catching on the winds Zalika can't help but to enjoy the view she had of the Crossing isle.

"Why haven't we come here before, it's not so bad," Zalika teases, yet she remains there at his side waiting for him to regather his footing and join her so that she may be his crutch through some of the more slippery parts of the trail.