No matter where you go...


...You are mine to me;

- RAKSHA -

Raksha has always been a gentle soul; a fact that has made her the black sheep of her family on more than one occasion. She would never be as beautiful as Skogsra or as brave as Sigurdr. She was not the fierce warrior that Warduna was. Nyimara had always told her that such gentleness would one day be her downfall. She never truly believed it until now.

Mariel was gone.

The reality still doesn’t feel real to her. She had barely had an opportunity to process her own grief much less visit Mariel’s body to offer her prayers or try to find Suleiman and bear whatever she could of his grief when the gray woman appeared without so much as an introduction.

Raksha has spent so long in the Arch in the small bubble of paradise that they have created here that she forgot how it could be among the other herds of the islands and how ambitious some leaders felt the need to be. Zion tries his best to defend her. He does a far better job at rising to meet the muscular woman than Raksha could ever hope to. However, despite his best efforts, the dark-haired woman manages to beat him and drive her into the ocean and away from all she holds dear.

All the sleeplessness and grief that she felt in the days and weeks since learning of Mariel’s demise begins to build and build with each thrust of her slender hooves against the choppy ocean currents. When she finally does find purchase in the shallows of the Forest, it is the adrenaline that courses through her veins as she paces from the foam-flecked waves and onto the dry sands. After a quick shake to rid as much of the saltwater from her skin as possible, the woman of brandished copper wheels around to fix the smoke-colored mare with her icy gaze. "Just who the HELL do you think you ARE?!?!" she snarls, lifting her chin to meet the taller woman’s fierce gaze. Brazen? Absolutely. Smart? Perhaps not her best approach. But considering the last few months that she has had…. How could she not?

If only her mother could see her now. Maybe she wasn't as much of a black sheep as the witch woman thought.

12yrs // mare // arabian mutt // red dun // 14.3hh // firstborne daughter of Bjorn x Nyimara


Played by WOLFIEG