The world around her is bright for being so dark. Loud for being so quiet. Busy for being….not. In her short life this is all she knows and it is normal to her.
Standing alone and strong in the face of possible danger, fear doesn't cross her mind. The purple wolf that waits in the distance could attempt to consume her without much effort. The bright mare, strike her down with a single blow of hoof to head. None of that enters her mind, though it does her unknown gaurdian. Ears twist to hear the sound emitted from the shadows but her focus does not stray. The winged creature approaches with a heavied smile and kind tones. Sisters, the label is misplaced in her young mind but she echoes the word, “Sisters…” A youthful smile mimics that of the mares as she chooses more words, “Hello. I'm…” her mind goes blank as she searches for memories of who she was, “Kaurma.” A brief memory of the word uttered as her mother faded from existence.
The dark filly steps forward, sure of herself. Knowing only, that a presence watched over her but not its purpose, so she doesn't concern herself with its duty. A smile is offered to the stranger, her fangs appearing as pearly white daggers against her black lips. Any fragment of light that appeared through the forest was quick to fade around them. Soon leaving them in total darkness, but it has never looked so bright. To her...
Standing alone and strong in the face of possible danger, fear doesn't cross her mind. The purple wolf that waits in the distance could attempt to consume her without much effort. The bright mare, strike her down with a single blow of hoof to head. None of that enters her mind, though it does her unknown gaurdian. Ears twist to hear the sound emitted from the shadows but her focus does not stray. The winged creature approaches with a heavied smile and kind tones. Sisters, the label is misplaced in her young mind but she echoes the word, “Sisters…” A youthful smile mimics that of the mares as she chooses more words, “Hello. I'm…” her mind goes blank as she searches for memories of who she was, “Kaurma.” A brief memory of the word uttered as her mother faded from existence.
The dark filly steps forward, sure of herself. Knowing only, that a presence watched over her but not its purpose, so she doesn't concern herself with its duty. A smile is offered to the stranger, her fangs appearing as pearly white daggers against her black lips. Any fragment of light that appeared through the forest was quick to fade around them. Soon leaving them in total darkness, but it has never looked so bright. To her...
Kaurma
What goes around, comes around
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She exhibits Compulsion and
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or whatever she is needing.
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