[[OOC: Set before any recruitment threads for the Asylum. The gods are still present.]]

This land was quiet, silent, and just the way she liked it. Able to lurk it the shadows, and watch others. Being lonely did not fuss the mare, in fact she preferred it. Which was odd because the dream of this young mare in particular is to start her own group of outcasts. Those who were laughed at for being different, bullied because others considered them to be crazy or those who were just plain insane. Walking through the watery parts of Spectral Marsh, the doe hums quietly to herself. Muck splashes up onto her body, but she hardly notices it. Her mind is thinking of names that she might call her future group, nothing seems to fit though. What did you call a group of crazies? Blue eyes studied the landscape around her as she searched for inspiration. Nothing came to mind though, so she gave up and would decide on it later.

You bite me and I'll bite you back. The memory slipped into her mind. The time her father bit her in annoyance, then to his shock and joy she bit him back and muttered those words to him. He just laughed her off, in his eyes she saw the pride though. Yeah, her childhood was messed up when your father liked the fact that you bit him back. She missed her father greatly, without his presence in her life she found herself rather mellowed out. She was normally driven by bloodlust and killing others, however now she was calm. Her mind was far from being saved, having committed horrors that would destroy others. Within her mind, were the plans to create discord. Glorious chaos.

The lightly coloured mare paused beside a tree, she stood in it's shadow. She found it ironic as this was exactly how she felt at the moment. She was shadowed by those who already had a herd, already had a family. When would it be her turn to find acceptance? A sigh tumbles from her lips, then a giggle. Not long it turns into outrageous laughter, birds take off, animals run and tears run down her cheeks. It takes a moment before she calms down, then as the last of the laugher dies off, she starts to walk again. Exiting the watery part of the marsh she stands on a shallow bank. Stopping in the sun, she turns her eyes to the sky. This was it, she had that feeling. It was finally her time to be accepted, time to make her family and time to create panic, fear and chaos for the world that was known as Helovia.

"Watch out world, your mistress is back." Another gale of laughter tumbles from her dark chops. Senseless rambling was a common occurrence for this particular mare. Her eyes turned to the world around her, a smile rested on her lips. Stage one for Eris' world domination; Recruit others. However what about when her moods hit? She couldn't kill her own family members, but who would lead them when it wasn't safe to approach her? Someone was going to have to share the responsibility of being a leader.

But who?

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