(CW! Murder and blood.)
With skies clad in grey and an ocean frothing at the mouth, the islands were uneasy. Anger flowed like a violent strike against the air as unsteady but beautiful flakes of snow fell from the skies. Gentle little dances marked their movements and caused a soft rustling of needles once heavier pockets of the power fell from branches. A beautiful sight if you were to look for just a second, but the longer you looked the easier it was to see red dripping from stone and a body bigger than an average horse resting like a queen.
Long strands of a dark tail flick against snow clad hocks. Eyes of a dangerous brown, almost black, gleam. Lips painted white in the middle curl into a dangerous smile as the horse that stood there shifted, their large sooty bay body seeming to escape their throne. Upon closer inspection though, the sooty bay just moved far enough back upon her perch to kick a mangled body down to the ground. Bright blue eyes stared towards the heavens with a cloudiness to their depths. Once happy and full of life, blue eyes now held nothing but the last look of fear as a bay dun tobiano mare was flung from the rock onto the oceans bank and soon enough pulled away.
Shaking her head, the sooty bay mare named Baton Rouge moved away from her kill, her body weaving through the snow that had piled in some places. This winter reminded her of her home land, but the draft mutt did not speak about it. Instead, she let her lips stay closed in a dark sneer as she shifted towards the ocean. She had been on Luthien there, dragging a horse from the depths of the forest isle and slaughtering them. She did not know the mare's name, but she had a feeling that the pale creature was of jungle descent from the scent upon her fur. Baton Rouge had been hiding upon the islands for a while, but she left nothing behind until now. She had waited, stalked, and finally killed a mare that had been in foal with no qualms against the outrageous murder. All the more for her really, considering the mare had spoken just a simple word beforehand that had the dark beast shivering in delight.
Swimming through the oceans turbulent waters, the mare managed after a decent length of time to land back on the crossing isle. There was no blood on her fur and she smelt just like the ocean, as if she had just now landed upon the islands all together. A grin did light her face before she rolled her dark eyes and moved forward. She had to act like she was a feeble mare, one that needed ‘protecting’. She needed a home, one she could worm her way into and implode from the inside out. Maybe she would get lucky here, be it with a herd or with the groups of bachelors upon the peak and in the lagoon. She would go anywhere that someone took her, but she would act like they were her savior.
Tilting her head, Baton Rouge stopped in the commons. Her long tail flicked against her hocks before she began to rummage around in the snow and find grasses hidden in the depths of snow. It was rough pickings currently, but the more she looked like a lost soul, the higher of a chance she would be claimed… and maybe she could go about with a murder that was far better than a lost Ridge child that barely was two.
BATON ROUGE
mare | 18.0hhs | sooty bay | of the lost island wilds
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