from the ashes the phoenix shall rise
This particular herd that she’d wandered into was nice; it was dominated by a calm lake, with plenty of lush greenage to feed the herd. Still, it was too open for Nazul’s personal taste – she preferred the mysterious shadows of her Jungle home.
It’s not long before her silent contemplation is broken by the approaching pounding of hooves drawing in her direction. The phoenix has no doubt it is the land’s stallion, her empathy telling her that he suspects danger. Nazul grins slightly as his new emotions filter into her mind by way of her empathy as he approaches. His suspicion dropped entirely once he saw her, a foolish move given how powerful she was. Still, it amused her sometimes to see how chauvinistic some men could be, seeing only beauty, not power.
I’ve come from the Amazonian Jungle, Nazul said, launching immediately into her purpose without bothering to pander to formalities. We’ll be organizing a foal training program, to teach foals the basics of war and peace. It will be useful education for any child, whether of a herd or a kingdom. I have come to invite you to send any children you wish to participate in our program.
NAZUL
black hybrid mare
zelus x silvia
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