When Ashteroth had issued her challenge, it had been upon the first mare she had seen. The draft did not look abused, or malnourished, or any way bad. But the young one at her hip had pressed the Peak mare to action and she had not hesitated to take on the black beast that had made an attempt at intercepting. He was massive, and it made Ashteroth wonder where they were making such recruits. Thankfully, she was no little mare, and the constant climb and descent of the mountain had hardened her body and prepared her for such a battle.


When the brute had retreated from Ashteroth’s fury, the mare was sweating and a few scrapes of hair missing, but no worse for wear. There was no blood, and as of right now, she didn’t think there was any deep bruising. With a snort to try and settle herself, she flicked her deaf ear back while her other remained forward, and she trotted the rest of the way towards the mare and child. This had to be quick, otherwise Ashteroth was sure that another would come barging in to challenge her.


“Quickly!” she insisted without proper greeting, allowing her ears to fall back and her head to drop into a herding position. Ashteroth would have to offer her apologies later. “To the Falls.” she directed, knowing that they would at least be safe there, close to the Peak without the treacherous mountainside for her foal to try and travel.


Ooc: Ashteroth collecting Honeycutt and Cerinthe after her battle against Lucifer


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