With the General and Prime Minister gone, Ashteroth had felt torn. An overwhelming need to make sure that the Peak remains strong and steadfast, but to also go out into the other territories and to do what her rank suggested. Plus, there was the need of her children that didn’t allow her to be gone but a few hours at a time. Someday, probably all too soon, when they didn’t need to nurse, Ashteroth would have the freedom to stay gone longer.
During one of the patrols, she had decided to make, the foals safely tucked away with Gecko in the Peak, Ashteroth dipped further out of the Peak than she originally intended. Frigid blue eyes scan the shadow laden territory that lay between her and the Lagoon, as if she could congur up one of them so easily. The blue roan mare itched for another fight with one of them, to try and cow them down from constantly going up against the Peak and taking others against their will.
As if by some miracle, one did appear. But it seemed by the angle he walked, and where she stood among the shadows of a few trees, he did not notice her. Ears lacing back into her thick black mane, Ashteroth momentarily forgot about returning to her sleeping children and companion. Stalking after the brute, she wasn’t surprised when he led her to the Commons. Especially when he led her to a mare.
“Indeed….” Her voice filters in from behind him, but she moves around the painted stallion to stand somewhat closer to the mare. Her glacial eyes unwavering in their glare. “Not another Lagoon brute out for a prisoner I hope?” Though the tone she uses is sarcastic as she knew that was exactly what this was. Finally, she allows her gaze to travel over to the bay mare, seeing she wasn’t apparently the kind to buckle with fear. “You’re free to leave a lasting scar on his painted hide if you want.” She said, before looking at the stallion again. “Surely he won’t forget his place again?” A clear challenge.
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