Gwena saw the strange bird-like stallion about to cross over into the lands of the Six. Her heart reached out to him, for he was like her... a unique type of Azrien with feathers and a beak. She did not wish for another to fall to the Six and their hateful games...
She leapt forward and ran towards the stallion, crying out, "Wait! I beg you sir, do not cross that border! You will only find pain and misery across the way..." She panted as she caught up to him and gazed up into ruby red eyes. "At least let me tell you a tale... and then you can decide if you truly want to go into that domain or not.. please.." He said nothing, but merely looked down at her. She decided to go forward with her story and hoped that he would listen to her words...
There was a mare such as you are... different from the others.. with a bird like mouth and feathers adorning her body.. with lovely wings, although they were too small to carry her weight. She wandered for a long time, never quite able to find a place in the world to call home. Most Azrien were afraid of her or rejected her, calling her freak and abomination. Sadly, she continued her travels, trying to find the place she belonged.
One day, she happened upon a handsome stallion.. one who did not find her to be horrifying. Instead, he told her she was beautiful and whispered sweet nothings to her. Happy to finally find someone to connect with, she fell for him and followed him to his homeland. As she traveled with him, she fell more in love. He was kind, charming, and gorgeous. She poured her heart and soul out to him, and she even sang for him.. which was hard for her as she never shared her songs with anyone. She had a lovely, rich voice and she even began to enjoy performing for her love.
Eventually they reached his homeland.. and he changed. No longer was he the loving, charming stallion that had captured her heart. He was twisted, evil. He had tricked her into coming with him to add her to his "collection". He kept her, trapped, and forced her to sing for him and his entourage. He would also force her to come out and be admired by his followers. Never before had she truly felt like a freak. Heartbroken and downtrodden, she wished for death since she saw no means of escape.
Eventually he grew tired of her and ordered some of his minions to get rid of her. She was led off by a pack of bayrel, and in her terror, didn't notice when an orange naiti joined the pack. They forced her away with snaps and snarls, some of them roughly shoving her and nipping at her heels. She was completely and utterly terrified, but at the same time, a sense of peace came over her. It would end and she would suffer no more. She ignored their taunts and talk of what they would do to her when they reached the place, and tried not to see them licking their chops as they spoke of feasting.
Meanwhile, the naiti had been insinuating herself into the pack, whispering to individuals about betrayals and getting them even more riled up. Stealthily, she began nipping here and there, placing the blame on another bayrel, until they were ready to attack one another. A few more shoves and nips here, and some carefully placed whispers there, and the pack was soon fighting amongst themselves. The mare paused in wonder at this turn of events, and with the continued help of the naiti, managed to slip the pack and escape!
Dizzy with fatigue, she hid in a cave while the naiti went off for help. It turned out she was a spy working for the King! She came back soon with help, who soon restored the mare to her proper state. Grateful for the rescue, she pledged her loyalty to the King and vowed to assist his cause. She now patrols the borders of these lands, looking to help those in need, and deter any wanderers from accidentally going into these poisoned lands...
She stepped back, eyes shining with tears, and glanced back up at the stallion. She could only hope that he would heed her words and not continue on.. she would hate to see one as beautiful as him harmed by those foul creatures.
