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



Looking at Curse, Yaga nodded her head. “That is exactly what I am saying.” Was her reply, her long tail flicking against her hips before her head tilted to the side. Looking at Curse, she just let out a breath before her head turned away. She needed to just have a moment to think. For now, Curse would be a herd member, but Yaga would keep her distance. There was too much going on all at once for her to keep track of it all.

Flicking her ears forward, Yaga grunted when something bumped against her side. Lowering her head, she turned to face Curse with a brow raised. Her dark mane fell across her eyes as she took a moment to ponder, but her head pushed out to offer a bump with her snout. “I do not…. Play.” She spoke, her skin was twitching. She hated physical contact until she initiated it. Everyone was gross in her opinion and she dared not let them bump against her much. Heaving a sigh though, she lifted her head again to peer down at Curse.

“For now, go do whatever it is you like. We can convene whenever.” Giving a tight lipped smile, Yaga turned away with the intention of leaving. For now Curse was safe, but if something were to happen she would worry. “And depending on your answer next time we speak… I will know if you are a herd member for me or not.”

BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest




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