rustration fueled a draft built mare to move from where she had been hiding. Blinking eyes that were more golden than flame fueled, the mare snorted a breath as her four white feet touched the sandy banks of the Bay. Her long black mane fell down in tendrils over her thick neck before she looked over her shoulder and towards where she had been calling home. She knew she should stay, but the daughter of Siren would never allow that for any length of time with her sire gone and her mother dead on the day of her birth.

Tossing her head with her long mane slapping back down upon her neck, the half shire mare stepped into the ocean with her long tail dragging at the top of the waves in her wake. Water shifted and speared around her, but she did not let it stop her forward momentum as she headed to the one place her mother had held before. She had not been born there of course, but who was to say that the darkest reaches of Atlantis were not in her blood? She was a nomadic mare and a once leader’s foal after all.

Rising upon the shores of Paradise, Baba Yaga tossed her head as water flung from her forelock and mane. Clear droplets landed all around her, begging to drown the sands around her dinner plate sized hooves. Already upon her body Baba Yaga had scars, but their reasoning was only for her to know. Narrowing her eyes on the warm Atlantis land, the grey creature breathed out a snort before she moved deeper into the jungles. She was surprised to smell a new leader freshly over the last, but she did not stall. Instead, the large mare moved almost faster towards the one that now led this territory.

Pushing through more brush, yaga was about to head farther when hoofbeats entered her ears. Stopping all forward momentum, the large mare waited with her bright eyes latching onto the distance. She knew a stallion was coming from his scent, but she wanted him to come forth and meet her instead of herself going straight to him like a wayward orphan… which technically she was. Standing stock still though, Siren’s Symphony’s daughter waited for the Paradise lead to come from the brush.

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baba yaga

mare ∙ 17.0 hands ∙ siren child
Sink or Swim my Darling.