It had been a long winter so far, or so she thought anyways when the meadow she grew up in was always mild. She had found herself in a lull of sorts since Aries had brought her to Taiga in fear that she just NEEDED a home. Now she was just fat with pregnancy and irritable.
She spent most of her days drifting through the large redwood trees, and spending time with Aries on occasion when Wolfbane didn't have him training or what ever he was doing. Today was just like any other as she broke the fresh snow beneath her in search of something to ease her nausea. Her focus was compromised however when the wind shifted carrying with it conversation, conversation of men. She rolled her eyes in annoyance as she looked up from her current task.
The voices seemed stern, angry, upset maybe? And she huffed as she shook her head. Why couldn't men ever get along, always trying to step to each other.
She moved closer to the voices, reaching out with her eight ball eye but only coming up black and empty. She must not have met these men before. This realization peaked her curiosity as she continued her way closer to the trio not to far away.
Her good eye settled first on the shorter gold and blue pegasus with an upright mane that reminded her of a peacock. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he wasn't very pleased. The second to catch her attention was a tall, chiseled, golden stallion who appeared irritated with the first. Maybe she should just turn around, and go home. There was no need for her to involve herself with this pissing battle.
But as she began to turn the voice of the third stopped her in her tracks. He had his back to her, shoved closely up to the tree behind him. His voice rang familiar in her mind, this man she knew. A half frown adorned her face as she searched for the connection, moving ever closer as the two manly men continued to spit venom at each other.
It didn't take her long before she remembered exactly who the third midnight stallion was. Laughter bubbled from her mouth as she advanced to stand beside the aztecian man. Tyr! Is that really you? her voice came out confidently brimming with recognition and friendliness. Her icy blue eye passing over the other two ass hats only briefly before focusing all her attention on Tyr, who seemed lost and frightened. What had they done to him? Anger quickly replaced her gay mood. Are you okay? Did they hurt you? she said looking the stallion over, her eyes locking on the fresh scrapes he had endured trying to navigate the woods.
felicitey
who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.
@[Tyr] @[Wolfbane] @[Aten] tada! And in walks a hormonal woman.
