Muscles clenched in her jaw, her tail lashing as her eyes swept from one stallion to the next. Her ears pinned tight to her head as she pushed forward then, her body moving to stand before Cruise knowing her ranger could not and would not be in this mess with the stallions before them. Flicking her gaze to the biggest of the trio, Yaga gave him a look of pure hatred. Her muscled form stood strong, almost bull dog in stance, as she arched her neck with a loud snort escaping her lips. She was far from afraid, instead she felt the surge of anger and power in her veins. She might be ‘wet behind the ears’ as the stallion had said, but unlike her mother, brother, and whoever else she was related to, Yaga did NOT quite. It was in her blood and lineage to be a quitter, but one's will power was a far stronger tool than that of your bloodlines. She got that from Fell.
“Touch me, I dare you. A bit of pain and my ‘first’ scar as you insist would be a lovely treat from the hands of someone finally larger than me.” Raising a brow then, Yaga pushed backwards, her back end pushing into Cruise, knowing they were not going to win this battle. Baring her teeth at the younger horse, she dared him to stay. Yaga knew he needed to leave, to go back to his sister, and she pushed him with a nip at his shoulder that had the young stallion heaving a breath and then racing into the treeline. He would first stop with Royal, but for now the lead did not need the sub-lead to come to her aid. She was here, strong enough, and would handle this even if she walked away with an injury that could be life threatening.
Moving back to look at the mare, she saw the look upon her face, but nothing showed upon Yaga’s own face. She had nothing to say farther for a moment, nothing to gain out of this as she once more shifted to the biggest of them all, paying no mind to the first two stallions that had come forth. “Either you give me my first scar, or you all can go back to your bog. I can’t wait to see what happens from this moment forward.” With a wry grin then, Yaga stood stock still, her body ready for any blow that came her way. “And make it hurt. Pain knocks my socks off.”
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.1hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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