Put a muzzle on me and I'll spit in your mouth. Posted on August 3, 2025 at 03:01:04 AM by Baba Yaga
Lifting her head from the winter touched ground, a grey draft mare blinked her golden eyes open. The billow of fog escaping her nostrils on a long exhale blurred her face, coating it in a thin sheen of white smoke before it dissipated. Her black rimmed ears perked forward, listening to the sounds of the forest before she let out a second breath after a deep inhale. She could scent something on the wind, but there was no name to what she gathered just yet.
Shaking her whole frame, the draft mare named Baba Yaga huffed faintly as her neck rolled from side to side. Already round in the stomach, the forest lead carried another foal. Her chestnut daughter from the year before placed out ahead of her, the yearling filly already stockier than most her age. Full blooded draft on both sides as far as Yaga knew, Titan was a bulky little girl.
Moving a step forward, Yaga went to snag a bite of grass when the first snow began to fall. Tilting her head up again, the heavy set female smiled towards a sky of bright grey, almost white. Her black tail flicked against her hocks before she opened her lips and sent out a call. Anyone could join her and Titan to play in the freshly falling snow. It was a good season after all.
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