VaLkA

mare / four / chestnut pangare / yakut / 13.0 hh

Valka, too, thrummed with restless energy - with the need to release the inexplicable tension from her stout, furry body. Under any other circumstances, she would have seized the opportunity before her to both teach an intruder a lesson, and vent her fury in the familiar catharsis of battle. But even the mare who’d had little association with children understood that it was inherently wrong to bully a creature younger than she was - no matter what their crimes may be. Flattening her ears in aggravation, the pony-sized mare narrowed her eyes at the golden colt’s overbearing display, offering only a sardonic snort in response.

Her attention is drawn back to the grey dun by his question, and Valka glowered at him in suspicious silence for a moment before finally relenting. He, at least, appeared to possess a modicum of courtesy - though with only his rowdy and irritating companion to stand as a comparison, that wasn’t saying much. “I come here because cannot sleep. Too much talk, too many others. And then when finally I get rest, you wake.” The Yakut groused, directing her comment predominantly at the sun-colored boy. By his behavior so far, she suspected that he wouldn’t particularly care - but airing her grievances helped Valka to keep her temper in check. “Why you come here? And where are parents?”

Though the small chestnut’s irascibility was waning again, she was still troubled by a surplus of restless energy. Perhaps if she could figure out where these two children had come from, she could personally escort them back home - and ensure that they remained there. The last thing Valka needed to worry about right now was a couple of troublesome colts who would eventually grow to become even more troublesome stallions. In fact, after her experience with Rougaru, the fluffy mare would’ve been content to do away with the masculine gender in its entirety - if it hadn’t also meant dooming the continuity of her race.

Not that Valka held any intentions of contributing to that continuity. In her homeland, there had been two very distinct factions within the feminine race - those who fought, and those who bore children. Even when they had followed the Old Ways, a skjaldmær would no more bear a foal than the hjákonur would be called upon to defend the tribe. It was simply unheard of. And though it troubled Valka deep down to know that she would be the last to carry the lines of her tribe, she never entertained the possibility of cheating that fate - not even now, with the shift in hormones wreaking havoc on her mental state.

“Come. I will take home,.” the Yakut offered, though her firm tone and obstinate expression held little room for the colts to refuse. If she had to herd them with a series of nips to their flanks and heels, Valka was determined to rid herself of their nuisance. And then maybe, after that, she could finally settle down and get some chertovski sleep.