The Lost Islands
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The steel of a sword only punctures if the owner wills it.




Standing under a rather tall cedar tree, Baba Yaga let her head hold tall. Her eyes scanned the immediate territory before her while her ears flicked back, listening to the sounds behind her. So far it was quiet in her territory, yet she knew that could change. With the thing with the lagoon and then the Prairie, Yaga was finding herself tired. She was new to leading and was only three years old. She was young, untrained, but doing the best she could with what she had. Not having a mentor made it all that much harder, but she would survive.


Hearing something like a voice in the distance, Yaga narrowed her eyes and perked her ears in that direction. Scrutinizing the shadows that would lead to the beach, she weighed her options before moving her body forward. Walking forward and pulling out of her resting stance with her hind leg, Yaga prowled the dark interior until she hit the lighter section that led into the Beach.


Feeling sand beneath her hooves, the mare turned her head back and forth, searching for the voice that had captured her attention. It did not take long for her eyes to find what they were looking for, but the scowl that lined her face said just how thrilled she was to have another horse washed up on her banks. Weighing her options and sniffing the air, Yaga tried to detect the lagoon on the cream colored woman, her eyes of gold holding a razor sharp edge. She was not afraid, but she knew far better than to let herself be at their mercy once again.


Not tasting the muck of the lagoon, Yaga made up her mind. Her hooves were steady as they moved over the shifting sands, bringing her closer and closer to that of the pale mare. “Whats brought you onto my banks?” There was no polite greeting, but a territory lead straight down to business. With her deep voice, large frame, and higher testosterone levels which can be found in female creatures, she was built like a tank and acted more stud than that of a mare. Having sharp eyes though, Yaga was far from willing to deal with any riff raff in her mist just yet.

BABA YAGA
mare | 17.1hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest




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