Large dark hooves shifted on the pebble coated ground of the Inlet’s beach. Pale golden eyes flick about with avid curiosity, but nothing truly showed for emotion on the equine's face. Muscles quivered as exhaustion coated the equines bones, begging to head home. The dark cavernous land of the Forest was what Baba Yaga needed, but the need to find members left her stuck. She hadn't been to the commons since her last attempt and she knew deep down, it was the way in which she could lose another before she ever got them home. After everything with Raksha and Suleiman though, the large draft cross mare was left overly confused.
Moving through the Inlet after her wayward swim, Yaga let out a breath. She stuck to the edges, hoping to not get in some serious trouble with whoever led this territory. She couldn't remember how to say his name, but the scent hadn't changed from when she was a foal. It aided in her being calmer as if she were to run into the lead, she would tread lightly. She wasn't out here to cause trouble, not on purpose. Her body had needed to beach before she ever made it with the rough currents. A summer storm had passed and she had taken the brunt of the heat wave in the Cove when it had first started. She still wasn't fully healed from the heat exhaustion and bruises given to her by an ex-herd member. Young, lost, and unsure of her next steps, Yaga just slowly headed down the Inlet and towards the Cove. She would cross through the Bay, not wanting to intrude upon Zion more than she already had.
Lifting her head, the mare let out panting breaths. The warmth of summer air wasn't helping her and her body was drenched in sweat. She shouldn't still be suffering from that day in the Cove, but she was. The lasting effects were there as considering everything, it was barely a full day since that had all happened. With her mind warped and her body just running on auto-pilot, the grey mare was working on being lost. She needed to move, to get out of here, but a voice stopped her in her tracks as her ears tucked tight to her head and a low groan left her lips. “Please don't eat me.” She finally spoke, her golden eyes opening to search for who had spoken.
Searching for the body to the voice, Yaga found herself staring at a pale red roan. Her eyes blinked slowly, trying to focus upon what she saw. Alarm bells rang in her head, signaling that her eyes had not been wrong. Before her stood that of a skinny mare. There was harshness to the voice, the snapping of it having made Yaga’s body flinch. This wasn't like when she went to the lagoon… this was worse. “I… I am Baba Yaga.” She started, her voice wobbly as she swallowed the dryness. Before her was a strong lass, one that even as scrawny as she was didn't lose her fire. “I was headed to the crossing… you can join me if you'd like?” It was a branch, offering some form of way for this mare to follow. Yaga didn't want to raid her, but her body stood straighter just a touch, that knob in her head flicked on. Even if it was a catch and release sort, Yaga wouldn't willingly leave this mare in her state much longer than necessary. “You can also come with me to the Forest…” Options, that's what she gave with the third now making itself known in her head. This wasn't a nice journey anymore with leaving peacefully. Yaga would use force, even if it meant making all of this worse.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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