Baba Yaga of the Forest

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Time slithered by like a slug running a marathon. It ate at the giant mare, simmering in her lungs and gut. Her days of comfort were starting to dwindle, which had her mind racing. She loved her home and the protection she was able to give it eased her wayward heart some days. But… with Dagda not being around as much and Titan having left, she found herself stuck at a crossroads.

Lifting her head to the sky, the grey draft lazily flicked her tail against her hocks. The birds were chirping, and the smaller residents were chattering and running around. She should find peace in the calm. She should be enjoying it. Yet, as her eyes tracked the blue painted sky, the Bay bred daughter found herself… wanting.

Turning her head and returning back to earth, Baba Yaga moved forward. Her pace was lazy and at ease. The Forest was safe for now, something she took lovingly. With each step she took, she never realized she was tracking a scent subconsciously until she found it. When she did, her golden eyes landed on Hasan as he drank from a brook. When his voice filled her ears, the mare gave a low hum in response for a pleasant moment.

“Good morning Hasan.” She finally spoke, her large hooves moving over the distance and stopping close by. Lowering her head to the fresh water, she drank her fill before turning her head to hip with droplets slowly falling from her lips. “How are you this wonderful spring morning?”

Mare ─ 17.0 hands ─ Grey (Black) ─ Crown of the Forest