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It had been too long. Much longer than he had intended. He was always the reclusive sort, it was his nature but something in him urged him to come out. Whispers of dark, terrifying creatures taking over the lands. Skinwalkers. That was what they were called. From what he heard, they were worse than even the Kalona. It was those whispers, those rumors that brought the old unicorn out of hiding. He had given it a lot of thought and decided he would start up a herd. They would be the Nvnehi. A group that consisted of soquilis that lived anywhere. They'd blend in with others and never stand out. That is.. until needed. These spirit warriors would come out in times of need and fight the enemy for those that cannot.

Too many were being hurt by monsters and though Chaos was certainly no angel, he had a temper about him and a sarcastic nature, he was not a killer. He would only ever truly harm in self defense. Something needed done, however.. and the Nvnehi was the answer.

He would train them to fight. He would recruit others skilled in combat to help train. They would be a formidable army of warriors. Hooves, teeth, the occasional horn. No soquili existed without some natural talent, even if they were unaware of it. Flutters and Winds could fly and kick from the air, the unicorns had horns which could damage but also the ability to heal. Even the regulars had their hooves. All that they needed was the courage and inner strength to put their life on the line for others.



The Nvnehi are based on an old Cherokee legend. Feel free to read up on it!

Perhaps it was fate that Zevach had wandered across the clearing; one he usually avoided thanks to the mass of soquili he'd rather not interact with. However; on his way to find Zarimunia since he'd felt the pangs of ache once more and needed some consolance; he'd heard something which definately caught his intrest. Pausing for a moment to listen to what the loud and older stallion had to say, something stirred in his soul; a kindle of the old but never dead flame of battle.

A herd...

He'd never really thought about such a commitment, sure he had his family which was big enough to be somewhat of a herd; but this was different. A herd of the elite warriors to combat the darkness, the skinwalkers and Kalona. His teeth clenched; remembering his brother's heartbreaking story of the Kalona that nearly did way with their sister when they were young. Luckily he'd have yet to run into a skinwalker, but he knew if they were anything close to the mutants he'd encountered...he definately didn't want to meet them anytime soon.

What would Zari think? He knew she supported him no matter what since she'd put up with his relentless days of training and attitude when he was a young stallion...but it was a little different if he was summoned to war. None the less, Zevach knew that his heart lied in battle; and in the broken condition it was in he was sure one of those pieces had been lost when he stopped training.

Stepping out into the open as he made an A line right to Chaos, one of his trademark smirks drew over his lips as even the prospect of battle for good lifted his spirits.

"I like how you speak..." He started off, nodding his head in a informal hello. "I think its about time that someone had the gall to do what is needed to be done; I know of too many who condemn fighting even if it is to save lives." Perhaps he would die in battle; but in all honesty Zevach could think of no better way to go. He'd sure as hell try not to...he had a bit too much to live for now but that uncertian fear wouldn't get the best of him - it never had and never would.

"I'm in..." He chuckled and flicked his ivory tail. "To live by the sword is to die by it, but to die for others is to live a life greater than any other...its the way I think anyways." He mused, before blinking and shrugging his shoulders. "Ah, Sorry....I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Zevach..."

The words that rang out from the dark stallion who had stepped into the clearing made Khalon's blood run hot, eager. He stepped forward, meeting the gazes of everyone else who stepped forward. "I am Khalon, and it would be my honor to assist in any way I can." He carried himself like a warrior, and nodded at the stallion. He had lost much in his youth to the kalona. Since coming here, it seemed he only heard more and more stories of horror. And today, it seemed, was a lucky day for him. Soquili stepping forward, proclaiming themselves ready to risk life and limb to protect lands that were rightfully theirs.

He had his family to think of. Five children, and grandchildren, and a companion who had spoken of expanding their family yet again. And he knew that every soquili in this clearing had a family of one sort or another; At the very least, they all had friends they would be willing to protect. He anticipated it would be a rare soquili, however, that would be willing to stand up and fight for their cause when faced with death.

He couldn't wait to meet all the warriors who would step forward.

A glance at his son next to him was almost expectant, but Khalon wouldn't push for Reflection to take such a vital step forward. Khalon had been living by his beliefs for years, and felt so firmly about them that he would be willing to die to hold true to them. Reflection was young, still, and bore no responsibility to make such a decision. Even if Khalon had trained his young son well, that was all he could do. So he stepped forward, symbolically leaving his son behind him, moving towards the other unicorn as a show of strength, and agreement, joining the other soquili who had stepped forward.