The steel of a sword only punctures if the owner wills it. Posted on January 19, 2025 at 11:10:36 PM by Baba Yaga
Black tipped ears pinned tight to one’s poll as eyes of gold flashed with frustration. A long and thick onyx tail snapped through the air and against a creatures haunch's, creating little welts. Thick legs trembled as lips pulled back to show blunt teeth towards the intruder they've been chasing around their new home. Baba Yaga, the daughter of Fell and Siren, was NOT about to deal with four legged canines so early in her time here. This coyote had come far to close to where she had been roaming and now had been pushed towards a neighboring territory.
Tossing her head with a lungful of hot air escaping her nostrils in a blast, Yaga looked around herself for a moment. Her ears were still pinned and her thick black mane hung in heavy set of waves down to her knees. She was three now, old enough to be on her own and ready to take on a territory, even if she had been laying in weight on Luthien after leaving the toxic Paradise land.
Pinching her nostrils at a bug bites her stomach, Yaga stomps a back hoof and snaps her tail against her skin once again. Rolling her eyes that were passed from both of her parents, the lupin orbed creature moved around her home once more. Her scent was left on everything she could rub against, but it wasn't overly feminine. Having a higher testosterone content than others, Yaga’s scent was a bit more musky. She was built thick, like a tank. She held herself strong and with one last blast of air from her lungs, the brutish mare gave a crying call to anyone in the forest. This was her territory now, no one else had any claim to it and she wasn't about to let that change. Replies: