~:My Story:~
Shamshir was, and still is as far as she was concerned, a great leader. She, at her mate's side, rounded up only the best, the strongest and the purest of Kalona to be her warriors. Having been raised on the same ideals she now spouted, Shamshir was determined to prove who was the best out there. She was going to get what she wanted even if she had to take it by force.
Which is just what she did.
Shamshir led her herd into the Kawani lands, determined that she was going to take the entire territory for herself. There, nothing but pure Kalona would be allowed to live. Anything less...half-breeds, normals...none of them would be allowed to live a peaceful life. They were to be torn down, used as bait and even become sources of food for those of her great herd.
Her advancement into the lands started off well. The Great Kalona was watching over them and leading them to the victory she so deserved. Each time they were pushed back or halted in any way, a new plan was devised and set forth. Over time it all seemed to be going in her favor. However, even rebellion was brewing within the limits of her herd.
It was only a matter of time before a great loss would come their way. It was presented to Shamshir in the form of a prediction from her shaman. The Great Kalona was saying they were to lose. She refused to believe it and continued her fight. The fight that would bring an end to her strong herd and set herself, her mate and her two young foals out into the strange new lands alone.
But she would rise again...stronger next time.
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