The steel of a sword only punctures if the owner wills it. (ASSIST) Posted on January 20, 2025 at 07:25:37 AM by Baba Yaga
Standing still with ears shoved forward, the grey draft watched the trees from where she hid in the shadows. Her bulky form held a touch of ease, but that could all fall away like an hour glass losing its last piece of sand. She had this home, but for now she left the two old leads children to their own devices. She could let them be for now, but her mind would soon beg for someone to speak with.
Licking her lips as she rested, Baba Yaga was about to succumb to slumber when the sound of something odd in the beach had her head tilting to the side. Blinking open her gold like eyes, the mare watched the distance before the wind guided a scent to her nostrils. Narrowing her gaze, Yaga gave a snort before a stomp. Her large dinner plate sized front hoof made a thud with the weight of her movement, but nothing fell apart as her large body began to move from the trees.
Shaking out her mane that was thick with pine needles, the young mare weaved through the forest trees with a purpose. Her black rimmed ears jerked forward and her breath caught when she settled her gaze on what had washed upon her shores. This was a new horse, one she had never before met, and a hint of curiosity could be seen upon her face before it was wiped away with a look of a closed off creature. “You're running from something.” Her tone was accusatory, but she did not act dangerously. Tilting her head to the side, the white faced mare hummed. “Come. We can hide you in my forest most likely.” Replies: