Bubbles

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mare | 15.2hhs | buckskin blanket | daughter of the sea

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Useless… everything was useless. Spending far more time roaming and avoiding the peak caused one to grow tired. Returning to that place caused one to grow furious. There was no place right now for them and their pale coat, but knowing her mother was gone? That made a grin curl upon angered but exhausted lips. Eyes were bright with hatred and a need to to do something other than what they were doing, but for now this was the trail in which they moved.


Shaking her head, a buckskin mare moved forward with her scarred rump flexing. Her black mane fell in wavy tendrils down her neck and against her shoulder and chest. She was pushing up and up, her hooves following a trail she knew like the back of her hand. She had been gone for a while, but she still lived here. She had scoured the islands, but rarely met a single one. First Nahawi and then lone drifters. She knew there was much left to be discovered, but with the unwilling ways of her heart towards the hot island of Salem or the bitter cold of Tinuvel, Bubbles returned home. This mountain was not much better than Tinuvel in all reality, but here she lived. She would grow and be better, but she knew she would have to make a decision when she faced the prime minister.


Rounding a bend in the trees, Bubbles was about to use the split to head towards where she used to stay when the cry of anguish filled her ears. Pinning them, Bubbles shifted her weight and looked up, curious of who was up there. Flicking her tail, Bubbles sighed before she moved up higher and higher, her nose now gathering the scent of the Lagoon. Feeling her fear rise again with memories of Lucifer and his teeth, the draft built mare shuddered. She was not ready to face that bog just yet, but she found herself pushing forward with her ears tucking to her head and muscles flexing. She had a faint idea who the screaming one was, but the other two Bubbles did not.


Slithering forward, Bubbles stood on the side that was not near the corpse, her ears pinned and teeth becoming bared as she snapped them at the two lagoon mutts. She had not heard the conversation beforehand, but she rather not anyways. Tossing her head, the daughter of Snapdragon snaked her head out with the very obvious face of someone ready to strike. “Go back to your hell hole and never return.” She was outnumbered, but she wasn't weak-willed. Bubbles had been through far more than she ever wished to go through again at the hands of the toxic lands down below.