She woke up to whistling song birds and celebratory fauna and flora, the world alive and vibrant with unexplained cheer. She saw no reason for celebration, no purpose behind their wild dances and precious harmonies— she only sought blissful silence. In her mind Nazli loathed the purity and innocence of the woodland creatures, how easily they were able to come together for no reason other than to be a massive annoyance. She was never one to admire their songs or find pleasure in nature's background music, it was all shit to her.

"Fuck off," she rumbled, a mighty hatred for the world burning in her empty gut as her crowned head pivots, checking her surroundings and over looking the body she inhabited. What is this shit? It's absolute garbage. As if it wasn't bad enough, the vessel she's granted is as disgusting and beaten as the shit under her hooves, caked with blood and scarring, thin and feeble joints creaking as she makes her way towards whatever sources of water she can find. The ocean is what grabs her attention, frail chestnut body dipping into the water and soaking, muzzle vigorously rubbing at the stains and hoping for the best. She hated the feeling of being so sickeningly unclean, smelling like a month old shit that's baked in the sun, nostrils flaring in irritation. 

It takes a good while to feel significantly cleaner, to check over her newly gained wings to make sure they're exceptionally preened, to fill the carnivorous gut contained in the chestnut abdomen. She strives for unreachable perfection. It feels satisfying to be so clean after such a time in an unclean body, to feel the cool air climbing over her damp figure. The wings are folded loosely at her sides, hoping she could play it off as being less weak and skinny as she truly was. Although the body had much improved, it was still bony and unappealing. Nazli only hoped she could pass it off as less so. 

Nazli had spent little time in this body, locked away by a lack of opporunities— the others would rush at the opportunity in leaps and bounds, desperate to be let free from their cages. She was the only one who stayed back, who played it safe and lingered amongst the shadows where no one else would find her scheming, plotting unfathomable things that could turn this all upside down. Sabotage was on the mind, keen observation leading her to believe only two (including herself) would ever be so willing as to step forward during such a confusing and unpredictable time. So she would reign supreme, this body would become more accustomed to her ritualistic cleansing and conniving, would hold her cunning and callous thoughts.