Put a muzzle on me and I'll spit in your mouth. Posted on March 18, 2025 at 08:02:55 AM by Baba Yaga
Shifting waters on a sandy beach made a grey creature lower her nose. Gentle golden eyes blinked as she stared at her reflection, eyeing the scars she had gained and the tired darkness under her pale coat. Her ears drooped faintly the longer she stared, curious and exhausted. She had put herself through a lot, but time was easing now that she had made a choice. It wasn't one she had planned on making, but Baba Yaga had to do something different if she were to keep the Forest safe and protected.
Blinking her golden eyes, the mare let out a soft hum before raising her head from the waters. Her long black tail twitched before snapping out against her side. Flies weren't the worst of her problems, but their buzzing and biting were growing bothersome. Taking that in, the grey shire cross moved away from the beach and into the forest. Her hooves trailed over the paths she had begun to create and the ones left here by the last lead. It was a change of pace in a sense, but her wandering soul didn't have time for rest.
Looking up through the canopy once she got to the large tree she had met Moreigan under, the two toned mare just smiled before slowly laying down. Her chin tucked tight to her shoulder as she let her mind slowly wander. Not keeping it stuck in one thing, Baba Yaga found herself slowly drifting off to sleep on this calm autumn morning.