In a rush of fear, she has escaped the only sense of calm she has felt since this war started. Creed was a good friend to her and one that connected with her in a time of vulnerability. Persephone had been there to help the friendship along and find a way to communicate despite their differences. Persephone held a piece of her sanity and this forest she protected was her safe place. It was until war broke loose. Creed had found her, but a group of frantic horses caused her to freak out. Maeve rushed off into the darkness as fast as she could with a newborn.

She thought someone might have followed by the hoof steps behind her, but Meave was too frightened to look back. Her son barely kept up as he fell farther and farther behind. His tiny squeals were the only thing that made her stop running and she slows down her gait until finally, she was walking. The fear in her son's eyes was clear as she watches him catch up to her. Heavy breaths of panic shake her body as her colorful eyes scan the trees. She sees no one, they were alone.

Maeve looks messy with her thick hair tangled with leaves and small twigs. Her hooves were caked with mud, the bottom of her legs dirty from where her powerful hooves threw up the dirt. A few scratches mark her belly, a few small open wounds cause her to bleed from where she scraped up against tree bark in her frantic run. Thankfully, Jigsaw seems fine as she lowers her nose to bump him. He was afraid and breathing heavy, but no wounds. They stay in this silent part of the forest for some time, even laying down to rest.

Maeve was almost forgetting about the danger until a noise jolts them away. Someone was coming. The shire prepares herself to fight the stranger, one brown eye on him as he skids to a stop. She stands protectively over her brown son who lays on the ground under his mother with eyes staring wide at the large stallion. Maeve thought it odd that the stallion takes steps away from them and the difference in his posture that follows, but she does not let up her stance. He nickers to them, the sound non-threatening, but she couldn't relax in this kind of environment.

Her head tilts as the male points his now to a path nearby. She had thought they were safe here, but the distant calls were growing closer now. She knew they couldn't stay here much longer or someone not so nice would find them. Well, she couldn't exactly say this male was nice, but he was gesturing them to a safer part of the island. She calls her son to stand and pushes him towards the break in the trees that mark the way to safety. She allows Jigsaw to lead the way as she keeps herself between her son and the stranger. Every now and again she looks back to see if he was following like their own personal body gaurd.




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*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.