Nukpana huffed as she walked through the forest feeling her hooves hurting from a long day. It was nearly nightfall and the young filly didn't stop playing once for the entire afternoon. She had enough energy to run a rabbit down in a chase without being the slightest bit tired after. Even though she was tired you could tell why immediately when someone's eyes glanced at her hooves. They were all bloody. Fur traces and even small parts of the innards were visible to the eye. She did her usual daily routine of hunting rabbits for her collection. She wanted to see how many different colored coats she could actually get her hands on. Sometimes she would munch on the meat, but very rarely.
Yes she was an odd one. Having no kalona blood except for a half-brother who was part Kalona, though she had no traces in her parents bloodline. She was just a mongrel. A vicious filly. One who didn't play nice like most others her age. She didn't care either. It was almost her favorite time of the day and no one was going to ruin that satisfaction from her. As she trudged her little hooves into the small pond, she watched as the blue turned a murky red. A smile crept on her face. She really was happy.
