Each step the filly took daily made her stronger--and she was changing fast. At a year of age, Aviya was still young, but that did not stop her dark beauty from shining through. Her fluffy, foal coat had turned sleek and majestic looking--hugging her femininely muscled frame in just the right way that turned the young stallion's heads her way. Oh, but she was too good for any stallion around here--she was daughter of the Nightshade, the great dark doctor of the Plague. Her brilliant blue eyes only set on stallions she knew had the great potential she did--and there were very few here in the basin.

Tamlin, the spoiled colt of the king, had been the closest thing she had had to a friend in her life, and the pale Vermillion was a puzzling creature to say the least. Tamlin was a handsome colt, growing strong just like his father before him. Mauja was a great stallion--almost everything that Aviya admired. He was strong, proud, and desired so much for the destruction of the other species. The thought of the mighty, lost king's power sent shivers from the tops of her ears down through the tips of her cloven hooves. She wondered if Tamlin would rise to similar greatness for if the colt he was--spoiled and haughty--would stick around forever. She hoped against Tamlin being a brat his entire life, but the young girl was not a seer.

Now she felt she needed to speak with the interim leader of her herd, Psyche. Aviya felt she deserved a rank among the herd with her age, and if Psyche felt the same she would be incredibly joyous. Now Aviya was following Psyche;s scent, on the quest to speak to her. Aviya wondered if there was an assassin rank among her people--if not in the Basin, then in the Plague. She had never been initiated truly, but merely born into the greatest racist band of all Helovia--and she was born with greatness fuming from her smoky figure. Psyche was not hard to find, stalking the borders and waiting for newcomers as Aviya supposed all leaders did. Slowing her body from a trot to a brisk walk, the doctor's daughter approached from behind the shape-shifting leader of her's. Her crystalline eyes quickly flicked to the young stallion her leader was speaking to.

He was young, like her, but handsome nonetheless. The young mistress felt her tail flicking behind her with curiosity, her eyes narrowed in a dark yet quizzical manner--still as beautiful as ever upon her regally sculpted face. "I am Aviya," she spoke coolly, settling in next to Psyche, turning her chin slightly to grace the lead mare with a gentle nod of respect.