THESE NIGHTS ARE GETTIN' DARKERVhagar had gotten sick of the Commons within the first few weeks of being on her own. Things had seemed at least mildly interesting when a stallion had attempted to claim her. She'd been eager to meet his challenge with her own. A flurry of hooves and gnashing teeth, at least until the other mare had shown up and taken the fight for herself. Vhagar would never be happy somewhere she was not challenged in some way, intellectual or otherwise. She remembered the Bay from her youth. She'd trespassed, eagerly seeking excitement and danger. And she'd found it. The scars that lingered told the story of her adventures with tooth and claw. Pale lines stretched across her chest, neck, and one side of her face. There were smaller marks across her body, white hair strewn through sections where the hair had started to come back. Despite it all, Vhagar was still a beautiful creature. The deep green of her eyes was accented by the pink skin surrounding them and her mane, though curled in tangles, fell artfully over one side of her neck. The grace she lacked she made up for in confidence, a sharp eye, and quivering nostrils.
She thought briefly of the dark colt she'd met when she'd been here before. He was an inky shadow against the snow-covered Bay. And though their adventure had been swift, she did wonder if their near-escape had been as fun for him as it had her. She had left, wordlessly, leaping into the sea to clean her wounds, drifting off to the next big thing. She'd explored every island by now, the only place she hadn't deigned to approach was the Lagoon. There were some monsters even Vhagar did not wish to meet.
She doesn't bother to shake the salt water from her coat as she walks up the snowy shore, instead it glimmers like stars across her back in the light. Vhagar isn't necessarily here to make friends. She doesn't call out to whoever might hear her. She doesn't test the wind for the herd's scent and go running off to meet them. Instead, Vhagar leaps into a choppy and urgent trot as she makes her way for a copse of trees. She can't quite remember the beast that had left it's mark on her skin, but she does intend to find it again. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. |
MY CLAWS ARE GETTIN' SHARPER
DROGON X ESTELLA | 16HH | SABLE CHAMPAGNE | NO HOME | KIWI |
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