Mṛgaśira
[ mhr gha SEER ah ]
Fell
▻ Sarama / Shvana ◅
It hadn’t been easy, losing Sarama to wanderlust and then losing Shvana to a brown bear. Wolves she might have had half a hope-- but the bear had caught her against the rocks and Shvana had always been defiant from the first. She had survived barely to her weaning, but then she had showed she hadn’t the same reserve and cleverness of Sarama - but all the blazing fire of the desert and all the heatedness of Fells inner hound. She had not fallen as prey - but as a silly child who knew nothing of the dangers in the world.
It had left her despondent at first, though. Only when the heat of summer was at its highest did she come out from the Bay’s underbrush and forests - stepping out into the sunlight as if a prodigal daughter.
She takes one step at first, a flash of white out of the corner of a watcher’s eye, then she breaks the treeline and basks with her head raised and eyes closed against the glare. She pauses there, letting her eyes acclimate to the brightness through her eyelids, then takes another step. Halfway exposed, the warmth started to de-hibernate her soul. The white of her is sleek and well shedded out from winter now, the final part of her haunches exposed by the last of her steps, the red looking bright as blood across her topline.
She feels herself warm in the sun, the brilliance of summer finally feeding into her desert blood. She aches for her daughters loss, the lonely work of healing from such a visceral and needless death now come full closure. She hadn’t had a body to mourn over, only a place along the rocks to avoid with a vehemence. Now, though, she feels stronger than she has in a long time. Stronger and more resolved not to wither away as Fell had seemed to be doing after Kohelet had left them and retreated into her birthplace of Salem.
She shakes suddenly, refusing the backwash of darkness trying to lasso her back into shadow and forest. Instead, taking a page from her uncle Aldebaran, she twists on her heels and burst forward in a rush of adrenaline and a mare’s whistling warcry. She is off with a tail bannered and a head a little peculiarly high for a gallop - graceful in spite of the obvious desperation for Life.
OF THE TINUVEL BAY
▻ four years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅
NOTE: FOR THE SAKE OF PLOT PURPOSES, SHVANA HAS BEEN AGED UP BY A YEAR SO THAT SHE WAS ONLY A YEAR BEHIND SARAMA INSTEAD OF TWO. THE TIMEFRAME OF THIS THREAD HAS BEEN MARKED NOW AS BACKDATED TO THE INGAME YEAR BEFORE.
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