I Do Believe
Taliesyn
04-27-2020, 02:19 PM
While the roan woman understood that not all leaders were perfect, Kamilah herself was an exiled queen, but that didn't mean the process of failure could not be avoided, or repeated. So while the unicorn went about his tales, she would make small notes within her thoughts to recall later on. Seven years old, or seven years young. Unlike wolves, the large hind-gut fermenters would leave well past the age of 20 years, some even rumored to push 30 years. The idea was fascinating to the young mare, to reach such rich years full of wisdom and unimaginable intelligence. So while the mare understood the unicorns tales of loss, of gain, or mutual parting ways, all she could do was gently nod her head along. "I see. That is good to hear." Her voice was even as she brought her eyes back up to his features, realizing, perhaps for the first time, how pure the stallion appeared. The mare had never seen a creature as light as him, practically unmarked. It was unique and particularly attractive, something Kamilah would have to work hard to turn an eye away from until she was sure. To breed for the sake of breeding never crossed her mind. It was always practical, well thought through, and planned out to the final month. Kamilah had seen what careless, lustful breeding could do to a herd. It filled the population with one sided genetics, and foals who bore the same sire suddenly bred when they got older... and the results of generations of inbreeding were catastrophic. Deformed limbs and organs... unstable mental health... strange allergies and mutations. It wasn't healthy, it certainly wasn't right. Ever since then.. since she was young.. Kamilah has had one purpose; to build the perfect herd. To create a life as peaceful and as bountiful as possible for not just her generation.. but all the generations to come. If one could figure out the right process and be able to pass down their knowledge to the next leader... then there was a chance that all would be well for decades even after she passed on from this plane of existence. That was the goal of everyone.. wasn't it? To find a way to live beyond your life? Most thought it merely meant having foals to carry on your legacy.. but that simply wasn't enough. Kamilah wanted to build a better future for all. Not just her own foals. But for everyone's foals. For everyone's great-great-grandfoals! As the pair settled further into conversation, Kamilah would allow her tense muscle to relax, the strain of being taught for so long causing her legs to ache after the release. To ease the pain, the mare would shuffle her steps, allowing them to replace and settle in. The notion of a horse, a magnificent creature of the plains, actually living with meat eating beasts... it was a very uncomfortable notion to say the least. Disapproving eyes appeared on the woman, like she was about to scold a troublesome colt, but instead reigned in her personal feelings. She needed to filter her emotions, that was evident from her last failure as queen. "While is pleases me greatly to hear he may not be afraid, I cannot help but still feel... concerned. I will track him this week and speak with him if that's alright?" The request was truly out of habit, asking a king for permission before taking her leave. It was old habit, old tradition, and the moment she realized she had said it, she regretted it. He was not her king... not yet anyway. As the unicorn went into detail about how he came about his companions, Kamilah would carefully study each of them, trying to imagine the great tales of their pasts. A great warlord... as a lemur? Wangui... while the mare had never considered taking on a familiar before, it would be helpful if the creature was something... she could find uses for. A monkey, for example, could bind together objects and work to mend armor. A winged creature... like his hawk companion Isolde... would be an excellent scout. Could spot a threat from great distances, give the herd a wonderful advantage in protecting themselves. But how would she go about getting a creature to bond to her? It would be a project for another time. "I can imagine. They must be quite useful. Not only in their abilities but in comforting conversation." Having the ability to finally talk to someone was a great relief. It had been so long, the roan woman found it almost difficult to use her voice. Then he asked a question, a fair inquiry, that she had to think carefully about her answer. After a moment of pondering, the mare would smirk a little as she spoke, finding her most tormented experience amusing now. "Ah yes, my herd. Well you see, I ruled as queen, or lead mare, for many seasons. My herd was prosperous, growing in numbers unlike any seasons before. But it seemed... my tactics for creating such glorious times... were not appreciated by all." It was truly only one mare.. one new comer that had started the rumors, the uprising. One who didn't appreciate her view of the natural order. "We had developed a process which allowed our herd members to become stronger, to provide the best genetics for the future generations. Our foals were always born strong and healthy. I accomplished this by letting nature take it's course. The weak have always been taken by predators, illness, death. I simply didn't turn a blind eye to it, and I didn't fight it. I embraced it. That seemed to upset a few of the other mares." Troublesome mares, mares who lacked vision, who lacked the ability to see beyond the foal standing before them. Instead... see the generations awaiting behind their eyes. Stomping her foot out of frustration, Kamilah would continue. "They turned against me, got all riled up and moody as a group of brood mares will. But this time was different... they turned to my King, my mate, and he turned against me. I was exiled, and I watch their numbers dwindle like a fading flame from afar. Unable to stop it." Stupid... dumb mares who couldn't see beyond their own upturn noses! The sickness, the illness of even just one horse dragged down the whole herd. It made them weak, and weakness will always be prayed upon. She sighed, burning blue eyes closing to contain the tears that threatened to fall as she remembered the faces of countless corpses... her herd members who she worked so hard to protect. "I left shortly after. So here I am, wandering endlessly in lands I don't know, alone. It seems this territory severely lacks a healthy population of equine. I hope to one day change that." As would any noble horse, she assumed. To see such rich and valuable lands untended to by a loving herd. It pained the roan woman greatly. But today would hopefully mark a hoof in the right direction... a step towards a brighter future. "Speech" |
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