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go on. bare your teeth
Posted on January 9, 2024 at 04:45:21 AM by R�skva

GO ON. BARE YOUR TEETH AND I WILL PULL THEM OUT ONE BY ONE.

Tsk. Tsk, mother. She mumbled under her breath as Raksha blathered on about all that could devour the young mare. Wolves. Mountain Lions. Bears... The list was always unending. Didn't mother realize that she was grown? The days of knobby knees and gangly legs are gone, they have been eplaced with blossoming curves, and a whitty humor. (Well atleast she thought she was funny. Mother, not so much.) A smirk trace her whiskered lips as more thoughts of mischeif float to the surface.

"Fine," she huffs as her attention is drawn elsewhere - anywhere else - to a fluttering raven overhead, a far off yip of a coyote or even the insistent whining of her younger siblings would be better than this. "I'll stay on the Island," she snaps with finality and turns her shoulder coldly away.

She tries to ignore the hurt in her mother's eyes and the pang of guilt that gnawes at her stomach as she stomps through the ice crusted snow. "I'm not a baby anymore" she growls beneath her breath "Why does she continue to treat me like one?"

Step by step the anger begins to dissolve, and is replaced by the ever gnawing guilt. She shouldn't treat her mother like that AND she knows it... but she can't help it. Her mother just makes her so furious. It was the constant warnings, the worried looks and hushed tones as if she was still a babbling child. Another exasperated huff rushes past her quivering nostrils. "I'll show her," defiantly she snaps - partly to herself... and mostly to the frigid, world around her.

For an hour she tromps through the drifts, past the familiar scraggly pines, until her hooves touch the smooth pebbled shore. The salt spray dampens her reddish hues of her winter pelt. She draws a ragged breath across her whiskered lips as the thoughts wildly flit through her mind - muddling it. "Jump in," she dares herself "or run back to mother."

And with the promise of challenge hanging over her - she leaps into the icy ocean's grasp.

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"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!" she sputters as her legs kick against the ocean's strength, against the current that threatens to sweep her away. For a single moment - she regrets her decision - she could of stayed curled warmly against her mother's side, she could of...

The russet colored girl stumbles through the frothy surf, her ears are knit tightly to her nape and her tail whips across her haunches with an audible snap. She wants to curse the blasted cold... to curse her own stupid decisions, but when she opens her mouth to complain, her teeth rattle against each other.

"I-It i-is so cold."

The terrain around her is unfamiliar, from the distant naked branches of the treeline to the sloping of the frozen clearing that spreads out in either direction. "Mother, is going to be pissed." she thinks quietly to herself as her hooves whisper through the thin veil of snow. Maybe, she had been wrong in leaving home. JUST MAYBE.

Without another thought, she pushes further inland - her head is down and her gaze intently stares at the frozen ground beneath her. Only a few minutes... she would explore for just the afternoon then she would make her way back to this shore and swim home. Yes. So distracted by her own thoughts, it wasn't until she slams into the right hindquarter of a massive behemoth that she abruptly brought back into the present moment. Her ears snap against her neck and her lips pull back, "W-w-watch it!" she hisses between chattering teeth.

Defiantly she stares up at the brute, more venomous words threaten to spill from her lips.

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Mutt - 15.2 hh - Mare - Bay
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