Put a muzzle on me and I'll spit in your mouth. Posted on September 25, 2025 at 06:01:53 AM by Baba Yaga
“Things aren't always as we wish they were.”
A voice soft as snow slowly whispered with the breeze. The gentle tone came from a white clad face, slowly peeking through the brush as eyes of gold blinked slowly. Muscles flexed under heat up skin, moving at their own pace as the creature moved forward slowly. There was no speed to the walk in which Baba Yaga took, but at the same time one would not dare say she was slow.
Licking her pale lips, the shire cross mare let her head rise to stare at a Star encrusted sky. Her black rimmed ears slowly perked, listening to the twittering of birds above. She could feel more than see the shape of her daughter, the warmth of her flame bred child keeping her steady. It was a crazy world, one where the draft had a feeling something would change, but nothing left her lips on those thoughts. Instead, the greying mare turned her head slowly to lip at the chestnut strands of her first borns forelock.
Letting out a puff of air on this chilled spring night, Yaga turned her head a different direction. Not far off and asleep was her second born. Fresh as a spring daisy but sturdy like her daughter. Smiling softly, the pale faced equine began to softly hum, embracing the warmth of her little family while showing nothing ill if anyone wished to join.