There were too many questions, too many words. Faced with a stallion from the Arch that wasn't Zion and his fierce loyalty to Raksha, Baba Yaga felt something crack in her chest. Pain flared there behind her skin, breaking and aching even more than what she had already witnessed. Her lupine eyes took in both horses, but the haunted want for something like this showed in their depths. They were acting like something she had wanted from her own mother and father, but she never got it. It ate at her then, pulling apart the rough seams she had given herself and making the strings tear apart like a ruined patch.
Being smacked with the stallion's words, Baba Yaga visibly flinched. Her heart began to thunder in her chest as the wind picked up. She could feel the oceans cooling fingers in the harsh breeze and it added its own effect to her body after he had spoken. Her lupin gaze became unsure as her lips faintly trembled. She hadn't realized how she had broken a family entirely until faced with both of them and it wasn't helping her. She just wanted to take something like Zion had. She hadn't anticipated that her retaliation would be met with this. At the start it was to play a game, one that she could learn from against a stallion stronger than her and a reaction to what Garmr had said. Now her want to change someone else's words was making her into something she wasn't entirely.
“It wasn't foolish pride.” She finally muttered, her head shaking as the four word sentence left her lips. It wasn't about pride, at least not yet. She was prideful, far from it to be honest. She was still a fledgling, learning how to tread these waters. None of it made sense and with the demon on her shoulder from the first days alive, she thought she had to be bigger, stronger, even meaner to get where she wanted. Her mother lay dead, her bones lost to the Arch as she finally lifted her gaze to the duo. She knew that much about her past and had an inkling she had almost met the monster that had killed her mother. She had heard stories from Pacific Rim's rough voice and even though her mom would be enraged to know what Yaga was doing now, it hadn't stopped her.
At the final question, the one directed to her from Raksha, Yaga’s internal strength crumbled. Looking at her hooves, the mare gave a sad smile at the darkened body parts. Her front left one reached out, slowly dragging through the sand as if she couldn't form the words she desperately needed to speak. Shaking her head and letting out a wobbly breath, she just sadly chuckled. “The answers to that are far more vast than what is to be believed.” She muttered, her head lifting finally and looking away from them. “Just go. Head on home to the place you love and have a family with. If you see my mom, tell her I'm sorry.” She wasn't referring to Rim however, but the bleached bones of Siren who rested by the arch out on their beach. Turning away, Yaga just shrugged. “I'll come back, but not for either of you. There's one I want from the Arch and she was stolen before I could even bring her here.” Avarice… Baba Yaga wanted the curly mare that made her heart race in a good way and her tongue to be tied. “Once I have her back, I'll leave the arch alone entirely unless it's with permission to see my mothers bones.”
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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