Common

When Ashteroth had returned home to the Peak, she had been greeted with several changes. Not only had the Vulcan sisters lost their dangerous prisoner, but Khar’pern’s reign had come to an end too. Ash hadn’t realized she had spent enough time away from home that they had held elections without her, and she was surprised she still held her seat of power. How long would that last now that Marceline was at the helm of the sisterhood? Especially with the new rules she was ushering in.


Deciding she wasn’t going to put too much thought into it, Ashteroth had once again left the Peak. This time she made for the Commons rather than the Lagoon, or the Falls where she had been staying as of late. With autumn in full swing, she held no doubt that all sorts of ilk would come to the Crossing to try and prey on the innocent. No matter what position she held, her mission would always remain the same. Ashteroth had chosen this life for herself after all, and there would be no going back now. She had already put in too much time and effort to think that anything else awaited her.


For the most part, as Ashteroth stopped along the edge of the Commons and surveyed all she could see, there were no skirmishes or scuffles that she needed to interject herself in. No cries for help or screams of terror. It caused a sigh of relief to escape her ashen lips, glad that all seemed peaceful as of now. Not that she ever complained about a little physical action. So, the mare turned, and ventured over to a cluster of trees where she could stand in the shade and keep guard. Just because something wasn’t happening now, didn’t mean it wouldn’t later.


As time drifted by, the mare’s eyes grew heavy and eventually fell shut. Ashteroth hadn’t realized she had dozed off, or how long she had been dozing, until the abrupt sound of someone’s voice broke the silence. Startled, the peak mare flinched awake, before her head turned and she fastened blue eyes on the desert bred stallion. No one else was around, and she realized a little late that he was indeed talking to her. Ears tilted back and a hateful expression pulled at her dark face as if disgusted he had picked her of all mares to approach. “I’m not open for claiming.” she stated, wondering if he was dumb enough not to know the Peak scent she wore, or if perhaps his nose didn’t work very well. “What do you want?”


ASHTEROTH