Banned.

It has been some time since she stepped a hoof in her birth home, but now that leaders were constantly changing she felt a visit was in order. As Bjorn’s scent begins to fade, she knows he was no longer protecting the Inlet. Not that the pony stallion could know the loathe she  held for him (or know what she did with their child), but she deiced long ago to stay away from him. In the beginning her task to get close to Bjorn had taught her many things about her current beliefs. One thing she did agree with was his gods. Just like Warsaw, Bjron shared the same base beliefs though Bjorn held much more knowledge over the religion than her father had. Warsaw had learned second hand from old Tinuvel natives when he first decided to lead here, but Bjorn actually came from a place that bred and birthed his teachings. Warsaw had begun to create his own teachings of the Norse gods alongside a few of the teachings he learned as a small child.

The religion of Warsaw’s mother was boring so she understood why he fell in love with the northmen way of thinking. He had never quite fit in with the rest of his family, an outcast just as she now was. Brunhild had no one, but the gods told her to be patient. Things would one day change so she would continue in her wanderings across the islands. Today her legs has brought her back to Tinuvel to look upon the land of her birth. Something has guided her here today and she intended to find out. Slipping through the trees of the forest, she spots the new owner in the distance as she snuggled up to a bay dun stallion. A young foal circles around them, indicating that child was theirs. Brunhild does not wish to alert them so she slinks back into the cover of the trees and makes her way deeper into her old home.

It didn’t take too long for her to reach the very cave her father had once laid on death’s doorstep. It was near here that he was killed. Well, supposedly, killed by his longest standing friend. Brunhild once thought it to be true, but the gods quickly punished her thinking. Rougaru was not the cause of his death, but he had succumbed to his injures from various places. The previous fight with Bjorn of his home awhile prior, the wolves from the Cove that attacked him, and his age taking its toll. He was never able to properly recover from his last battle with Bjorn. As a little girl, she had not noticed just how fate had begun to take him away before her eyes. She thought daddy would always be fine. He died, mother left alongside some of her other family and Letavice, then Ironclad tried to take over.

She did her best to guide her brother, but he did not understand her in the slightest. His mares grew unhappy with her so she was cast out like she wasn’t even family. Stupid boy, she thinks as she walks into the darkness of the cave. It was here her family spent a lot of their alone time. They slept here, they played here as foals, and they were created here. This place was sacred to her. Brunhild does not notice the approach of another until Xiomara’s scream bounces off the cave walls. The grey mare returns her own vicious scream in annoyance before turning her body around and revealing herself out of the shadows. ”If you don’t shut up you’ll bring them to us.” Blue eyes narrow as she stares at the old Queen.