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Everything about this strange land intrigued Koko, of course that wasn’t saying much. The palomino queen often grew tired of the same old things, routines were like a prison sentence and rules both spoken and unspoken like chains locked around her fetlocks. As far back as she could remember, pure adrenaline had fueled her. Most equines were made of blood and bone, Kovah liked to think she was unique. If nothing else, a force to be reckoned with. Thus, when the stag continued to pursue her even more doggedly the vixen merely danced in the direction he herded her, laughter bubbling in her throat.

Wild blue eyes showed a hint of curiosity as he breathed his name. Short, sweet and to the point. Asp. Her optics assessed the muscular beast, though he only gave her a moment’s pause before he was pushing her to move again. Allowing herself to be shoved along her mind began to wander. She obviously wasn’t going to get Asp to speak much more during the journey, settling instead for conversations remembered.

”Mahlah! Look what I’ve found,” muzzle pointed in the air, she stood wide eyed before the highest mountain she’d yet to come across, the peak not quite visible amidst the swirl of clouds. “It looks like heaven-” she was abruptly cut off by rough laughter.

“Heaven’s a foal’s tale.” Mahlah snorted, hooves clipping against the rocks underfoot.

Pouting, the young sun colored filly flicked her ears back against her cranium and narrowed her eyes at her beautiful, gray friend. Perhaps Kovah was naive. If you asked her later down the road in life she’d almost certainly tell you that was all it was. Childish dreaming. However, that didn’t take away from the fact that she’d stumbled upon an adventure and she wasn’t about to climb that mountain alone. “Whatever. Let’s go up there anyways,” she huffed. The other flicka shrugged her shoulders as if to say, if you insist. Steeper than either of them had realized, the two soon found themselves struggling to keep their footing. Still, they were nothing if not prideful, there was no turning back now.

“Keep up Kovah,” the storm colored girl hissed.

Optics shifted below her feet and the golden filly swooned, nearly tumbling headfirst down the cliff. “Koko!” Rough teeth grabbed her at the withers, steadying her just enough that it may have saved her life.

Only once her feet sank into something cold and wet, different than the snow, did the femme snap back from her memories. Mud suctioned to her hooves and the stench of males filled her nostrils completely. Slowing, her orbs searched behind her for the stallion who had driven her to this odd place. Was this his land then? Flicking cream painted tresses she tried to find a way to approach her captor. ”Not that you care much, but my name is Kovah.” She grinned at him, her face lighting up like the sun peaking out from the clouds. ”I think you’ll enjoy my company, so long as you’re not a boring old brute,” she joked.

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female | five | saddlebred | palomino | ee aa nCr | the lagoon