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She had given peace to one named Saoirse, wanderlust tickling her hooves, before taking up resident in the northern territory along the border of a place apparently called the Harbor. It was a portion of the forest granted to the young leaderess to utilize for the perfect home. Oracle, the little filly that had been in her care, now was stashed back into the beautiful sanctuary in the safest portion possible for the Jungle.
She steps out towards him, as young as he for certain, with both of them burdened with their respective purposes. He was the landholder for an entire territory amidst the struggles and violence of the world that cared little for his happiness and only for greed. She was the chosen healer and leader of the peaceful respite of the lost, wounded, and broken hearted in the northeastern jungle. Both barely into their majority, both determined not to fail their new path in life - whatever that meant. As two leaders, and her under his protection, it made sense to seek him out for their mutual ‘knowing’.
"Hello. I hope I didn’t scare you out."
She shakes her head silently as she steps fully into the brilliance of this jungle clearance at his behest, curled blackened ears haloed over her head. Her beauty was newly budding, but seemingly in full swing in spite of that youth. Long legs that had once been especially spindly now show the reason for their almost ridiculous length. The fuzz has become sleek and rich in color. Her neck is long and slender like a swan with its natural hooked arching. Her head is long but tapered and triangular, neither like her arabian nor indian bred heritage, but somewhere in the middle. She switches her tail as he does, only the ghost of a smile at her lips as he distracts from his surprise.
She is cautious as one might be cautious of a beautiful person when you feel so much more plain than you seem. She is not speckled like white lily petals across her back. She is not the color of the purest lotus barely stained by the mud of its birth. She is not striped like the great cats of foreign places. "I am not scared," she reassures him, despite the very apparent coverup the statement had originated from. "I have come from your northeastern land to pay respects to you. I know it is you who protects the Sanctuary there, now." With much aplomb, she stretches her forehalf forward and dips her back, tucking her brown towards the foliage at her feet.
"Greetings, Azrael, Lord of Paradise." She stays there for an extra moment to offer the respect he is due, and then with sliding grace she is back to her delicate hooves. "I am Sarira of Paradise’s Sanctuary."
OF PARADISE’S SANCTUARY
▻ mare - bhimthadi - sooty bay tobiano sabino - 15.0 hh ◅