Lord have mercy upon Yaga’s poor soul. If she were to have hands and fingers, her pointer finger and thumb would be pinching the bridge of her nose. She could almost feel the phantom touch, but the wild born mare had no idea what a human was or fingers for that matter. She was lucky to be here, given her mother dying right after having her. Yaga did not know who had killed her mother as Pacific Rim would never say, but all was well that ended well… and she was indeed alive.


“If I wanted you afraid, I would not be this way.” Yaga did not have the strength or training to be terrifying yet, but that would change. Flicking her ears for a moment, she listened to the forest around them in search of others. So far it seemed that her small herd would not come out of the woodwork and that would be just fine for her. Holding in a sigh though, she listened yet again as the mares over happy to talk mouth moved.


Feeling a lip wrinkle, Yaga felt herself grow thin with patience. “I am not nice. Never have been, never will be.” She was curt and honest. Nothing about Yaga, be it her build, eyes, or voice spoke of a kind creature. She was abrasive and direct, harsh and borderline cruel. It would take time for her to be the cruel part and it was totally up to life to make her that way, but she could have that monster festering in her just like her half brother. The question was though, was it Siren that made Lucifer a monster or was it his own sire?


“Are you searching for a place to call home or a place to run from others?” Raising a brow, the bright eyed mare tilted her head to the side. She was curious, but not overly so. She would like to know, but she did not have enough care in her large body to actually pry. She would rather watch a slug go from the forest to the sea and shrivel up, but it was all for appearances that she asked she guessed.

BABA YAGA

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mare | 17.1hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest

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