Was this wicked idea a horrible one? Guaranteed. Did the one that thought the idea care? No. It said plenty as the grey copy cat of Siren moved with stealth through the crossing island. Her ears were perked, her white legs covered in dew, but a smile lined her pale cheeks as her head shot up. Her white framed face twisted, listening to the sounds around her as she tried to pinpoint if someone was following or getting closer than she ever so wanted. It was a risky idea, this ballsy one she had. However, her body almost trembled with the want to cause a bit of chaos. She had lost a battle, but oh well. The moment the lagoon had stepped on her home though… they declared a little game she was far more than ready to engage in with more than just one foot in the grave.


Holding in a wicked chuckle, Yaga waited a breath before her hooves continued forward. The knee high grass gave soft swooshing sounds as they brushed against her thick legs. Her neck arched as she pulled in a breath. Everything was so far going according to plan. It was an open ended plan, but she did have a thing for pain. It showed with how she cared not if Zion won against her and vice versa. The few scars she now held were trophies in her eyes, showing she was improving herself. The next step? It was to enter the filth of the Lagoon and attempt to take something. The attempt would be more than enough, but it was soooo worth it in her mind.


Closing all sound off from her throat, Yaga slipped into the murky territory. Her head continued to swivel and her ears rotated, listening and searching for whatever could be headed her way. She could smell them, the rank stallions. Their testosterone just fueled her want to do this, to see them come at her for stealing something. She might not get her prize just yet, but the wicked gleam in her eye showed something either far dumber than they anticipated, or a mare wanting to enjoy a tussle. Who knew if this would work, but she just went with it anyway as the stray scent of a mare filled her lungs, almost causing a purr to leave her lips in a sense.


Turning her body, Yaga moved in the direction of the scent. It was laced with something else, but it took her coming closer for her nostrils to identify that the smell was after birth. Narrowing her eyes, the half draft mare gave a low breath before her head lifted up. This would be a pain in the rump, but beggars could not be choosers.


“I can help, but we must move.” Blinking her bright eyes then, Yaga set her gaze upon the mare and the foal. “It is not safe.” She knew that the mare probably knew that, but she might as well say the words. Licking her lips, Yaga waited a breath before stepping forward. “Just come with me.” They would need to get the foal out of the lagoon and even if she had to stand watch in the falls for a few hours if not a few days, Yaga would. This was her attempt at stealing with a nice face, but if she were to be anything other than a horse, her hackles would be raised as stress colored her figure. Hopefully this worked.

BABA YAGA

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mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest

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