Carefully the gleaming filly picked her tender pale hooves over the thick lush growth of the Soulless Forest. Certainly in the damp and fog, golden seal, trillium and bleeding heart would be growing in abundance. Not to feast upon no, the young mare was aiming to preserve them. Perhaps present them to the new lead mare Asa in the hopes of currying her favor.
Nuri had barely been part of the herd when tragedy struck. The resulting drama that unfolded frightened her but she was determined to show them her worthiness to keep alive and near. She wasn't the type to fight a lion off, but she certainly wasn't afraid to aim a kick at anyone who didn't mind their own business. She had noticed the old stallion was rather ... doleful. Her own father would have kicked him into high gear himself. Her father had led a band against a small pride of lions that was preying on his foals. Sending a band of warriors after a wolf wasn't something so out of the ordinary for her. She had been confounded when the old stallion was so reticent to make things safe. She was glad his son had some sense to him at least.
Her pools of tropical blue waters scanned the undergrowth for the herbs she sought. Perhaps the new leaders had not noticed she had slipped away just after the slaughter. She was so new, they probably had forgotten she existed.
But who would forget such a shining creature? The only metallic hide in the herd? Just on the cusp of her next season too. A beauty to behold, a true diamond of the season.
