azrael
▻ svarga (x azrael) ◅
The animosity is not hard to see. But the thing about being chosen by gods, their very beloved even, you grow accustomed to presuming your worth. She was thus. Her birth was foretold. Her venturing into the jungle of foreign reaches was ordained. Her finding a man of pearlesque brilliance and untried youthful vigor, well it all fit rather surprisingly into the oracle’s word of what her life would be. Thus, even as the leadership changes - she does not bow and bend and threaten to break. She sees it as destiny because so little of her life was not. And destiny could not contradict itself. Her destiny was to run the Sanctuary, no matter who led. And it was clearly destiny that the gargantuan mare before her take it from such an untried stallion as her own Azrael.
She is not stupid, but the outright animosity, therefore, surprises her a little. She does not falter in her greeting, nevertheless. "I came to meet the owner of this sanctuary. To see who and what I would have under my protection." She tilts her head, as if this news of being unknown was also surprising. Normally those who took territories at least knew what was there, were taking the land because they knew what was there, or who even.
"Ah, it is rare to be sought out for a social call. I am sorry that I presumed it might be for the revitalizing potential of our Sanctuary." She gives a graceful lean of her head that was part welcome and part bow. "The jungle in these parts is quite tight with tree growth, sometimes even difficult for myself to traverse, but that place I mentioned is rather a bit more spacious and could allow for us to have a restorative roll and a bit of a nourishing bite to cleanse our palettes of bitterness the world seems so fond of feeding those of us who are burdened with great purposes." She steps to one side, using horse language as much as gesture to welcome her to this aforementioned eden.
"Ask and I shall be glad to tell. Azrael might know the greater part of Paradise better, but none know this place so well as me." She smiles and takes a step in the intended direction, encouraging but not forcing.
PRIESTESS OF PARADISE’S SANCTUARY
▻ mare - bhimthadi - sooty bay tobiano sabino - 15.0 hh ◅