Light of a silver hue covered the land in its cool embrace. Green needles from pine trees were spiced in its light, causing them to appear more white in places where the black of night couldn't enter. The long blades of summer grass looked like a shimmering sea of silvers and greys. The monochrome landscape held gorgeous colors, but they were limited to just the foliage. The birds that flew high were vibrant in the night lights and the shimmering moon beams. Deer and rabbits could be seen moving through the open area in this dense territory known as a meadow. Their bodies were hard to separate, the males and females, but soon antlers would start to sprout and the bucks would grow aggressive. This sliver of moonlight peace had it all spread out, easy to understand.
On a knoll at the edge of the meadow, the grey shire gross had her head lifted and staring at the sky. The bright yellow of her gaze was enhanced with a faint glow caused by the moon. It would only be seen looking directly at her, but it was there. Her long black mane lazily fluttered in the breeze, it's dark strands bathed in the pale light of night. Her wave-like tail copied the motions of her mane, slowly and lazily dancing in the middle of summer night breeze. It was a perfectly calm dance, but it changed when something in the forest stepped on a twig and silenced the peaceful chatter.
Shifting her body around to face the sound of slow treading hooves, the grey draft flicked one ear forward before the sight that greeted her had her head tilting. Blinking her yellowed gaze, the mare watched as the smoky grullo stallion came closer. Her long tail flicked against her hips, but no words left her lips as she looked at the stallion. The air he breathed was dusted with Atlantis air, the sweet scent of the jungle island making her nostrils flare with a bit of apprehension. The grey mare knew who this was, but she dared not say his name until he came closer, his head dipping in her direction before his deep voice filled the air.
“Aunt. I am Ceyx, son of Lucifer and Rieva.” His voice was deep but smooth. The country twang to it made the mare lift her head, ears tucking at the southern drawl she could hear in its depths. He was island born, just as she, and as far as she knew her half brother didn't speak with the same twang. All the hairs along her neck felt like they were standing in end, unease coursing through her blood as the standard sized son of Lucifer dipped his head. The tan and brown of his body made her nostrils pinch as he dipped low, this time dropping one leg to tuck it against his chest and leave one pushed forward in a bow. It made her body shift uncomfortably. This wasn't expected and she guessed it showed when the stallion stood with a huff.
Blinking slowly, the grey mare finally let out a deep breath. “What has brought you here?” Her voice was calm, collected. There was no time to speak like the unease she felt was on her tongue. “I have news of my father and I believe you might want the information.” There it was, something she needed. Dipping her head slowly, Baba Yaga shifted her weight and faced back how she was on the knoll. Ceyx copied her then, their bodies standing steady and controlled before the form of a black and white forest dweller came to stand on the other side of Baba Yaga.
Muscle, knowledge, strength. Standing in a form of three, a trio of sorts began to build. Baba Yaga, the leader. Ceyx, the informant. Crown Royal, the shield. In a way, there was one last missing piece and as the leader of the three shifted her head to look between both stallions, a slow smile began to creep across her lips that held one intention. The curl of it, the showing of teeth… it matched the same smile that her half brother carried. This time though, there wasn't blood dripping from blunted teeth, but a promise to the black wraith that hid in the shadows before vanishing.
Game.
Set.
Match.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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