Looking at the mare, Baba Yaga was a bit slow on the uptake of what was coming her way. Blinking her golden eyes with a jerk back of her body, the greying draft looked at a smaller creature. Her ears laced back into her mane as she gave a snort, her hooves backing away as some of his advances with snapping teeth met their mark. Her head shook, but she did not retaliate just yet. Her hooves just continued going backwards, slipping on the pebbles that lined the ground and skidding through the grass and moss. This was far from a good place to be, but she did not let herself reach the waters before her body popped up on hind legs with front hooves striking at the air.
“Protecting her from me isn't making her stay alive.” Baba Yaga snapped, her tone deep with frustration as she glared at the stallion with no name down. “You let her become this skinny wraith as if that is what would serve her best.” Obviously Yaga did not know the full story, but what was that to stop her from opening her mouth? Her advances had been stopped by an angry stallion, one that obviously took the pretty mare as his own without actively caring for her. Meanwhile, her hooves hit the ground and her body made a plume of dust rise from how hard she came down. She was not going to be backed into a corner, but it was not looking good for her as her head shook again, her chest quivering from the pinching bites that landed with each of his strikes.
With a huff, Yaga just looked at the red roan mare before a sad flicker took her eyes. She might have to change directions now… but that would totally depend on what was to come with her decisions next season. Blasting out a snort, Yaga just turned away from Warwick and ran the coastline. She was still going to work upon the edge of Tinuvel, but for the moment she had to make it out of the Inlet unscathed. Well, she already had welts and a few of them had broken skin that was oozing blood upon her greying pelt.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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