Fia stood upon the edge of the cliff, looking down at the rapids below, calm enough to not whisk away the mares and stallions but enough that the young ones should be careful. They ebbed and flowed like her ire, unable to do anything but relentlessly push forward no matter how tired she might be. Determination ran strong in her veins, a need to finish what she had started with the Red Rock Persuasion but to say she grew restless would be an understatement. She sought power and she wanted it now.

Things like this didn’t happen overnight though, they took months, sometimes years and still it was not enough to placate the power-hungry mare. The members were too few, the direction to wide, the edifice on which they stood, too feeble and she hated it. She’d needed more initiates, more loyalty if she was going to rule the Homeland and thus, she found herself here. She’d trusted Cato and Lilith to take care of the lands in her stead and now it was her turn to try and recruit.

She absorbed the scenery for a second longer before carefully picking her way down the cliff and into the water’s edge. It bathed her coat, darkening her chestnut pelt, deepening the wounds along her bodice. She’d tread until she was nearly covered, tendrils of long, russet locks sticking to her neck. She’d bathe, she’d contemplate her life until another joined her and then she’d preach to the first creature whom stumbled upon her. Be it stallion or mare, it did not matter. What mattered now was numbers, sheer mass and loyalty. That is what Fia craved now and she’d get it whether the Homeland liked it or not.

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ooc: Open!