Meadow

Rising up from the sea with a powerful thud of a front leg, Yaga pulls herself from the sea with a steadying breath. Her long tail lashes through the air, sending water droplets all over the ground and through the air. The gentle splashing sounds that occurred made her eyes roll, but she decided to shake herself free of the water anyways. Her thick frame shook back and forth, flinging water up in a cascading way that made her legs stumble and a groan to leave her lungs. It felt good to rid herself of the salt water, but the crustiness would not leave her until she was home to roll in the wide creek that ran through the Forest.


Licking her damp lips, the grey draft mare hummed faintly before moving away from the ocean. She was not headed to the commons this time around. Her mind was calm, her hooves easy, as she meandered through the crossing island and into the meadow. Her lips twisted in a soft smile before her head lowered, dark lips pulling up strands of grass from the earth. Her long tail lazily flicked at her sides, keeping bugs away as the morning sun began to crest the treeline in the distance. Her lupin eyes closed at that, not wanting to be blinded just yet. She wanted to eat so with her body just standing there in the meadow, Yaga slowly moved to eat with her ears lazily held, not an ounce of unease in her body.

BABA YAGA

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mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest

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