Liv grumbled and muttered to herself under her breath. She was nursing new bruises left on her by her giant uncle after he had trounced her yet again. Her nose bled freely, Kinak having hit her with his horn by accident. Thus she had fled to fight another day. The bigger they are the harder they fall right? Or as Kinak said to her...the harder they hit you.
With a low, angry noise, she shook the dribbling blood from her lips and beard. If her mothers saw her like this...Savannah would finish her battle with her uncle and Tove would do nothing but scold her for picking a fight with a family member. She found herself smirking. She lasted longer against him this time. She was getting stronger. Checking the bag at her neck for the mint she carried inside the leather, she rose to her hooves and clopped off to find water. If she could find water, she could wash the blood from her face and maybe ease the sting of the bruises. Plus she could mix the mint and cool some of the more angry marks. Her uncle did not hold back. But neither did she. She took the world in a similar way, everything met head on.
After a few stretched minutes, she found a small shallow creek. She looked around, sun glinting off her chained horns. Not seeing anything super threatening, she let her guard down to clean herself up.
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Sorry it took me so long. I am not good at starting.