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Out from the thickness of shrubs and grasses and the trees, emerged a blood streaked blonde woman. Her hair was streaked with red and black dye. Clenched between her teeth was her dagger. Over her should hung a bow.

Her blue eyes scanned the crowd up ahead. Her icy eyes quickly returned back to a spot in the woods. She reach down with both hands and by the antlers, dragged a male deer out from the brush. Hunched over, she pulled it the rest of the way down the path. This young woman was small, yet she possessed a lot of strenght. She was beautiful too. Her brow was wet with blood mixed sweat. The blood obvioulsy from the deer.

She wore her usual, unusual outfit. One consisting of black leather chaps, and a knit top that halthered around her neck and came down the middle of her stomach, continued on in a liatard sort of way, leaving very little to the imagination.

The young woman saw the black horse, who looked agitated for some reason. Then she noticed the newcommer at the gate. Upon drawing closer, the blonde heard the last question. She griped the dagger in her teeth. and dropped the deers head just outside the small group and walked a few more feet to join them. A hand reached up and pulled at the dagger. She held it tight within her fist. Her horse was the only thing she was protective of in her life, and it was the only thing she didn't need to be protective of.

"I found him when he was a yearling, about three years ago..." She spoke up, wiping her brow of the seat and blood. It didn't bother her, at points in time she bathed in the blood of innocents. She looked the woman over with a slendor brow arched. Her icy eyes glanced over to The Black. The young blonde was still trying to trust the others in each tribe she met. It just wasn't an easy task. So far she had only found she could just about trust one. The one who almost everyone seemed not to. Kalasin. They were alike in many ways. Perhaps that was the reason why.

"Why?" She asked sharply. Her icy eyes staring into the womans dark ones.

Laeia gave her another sharpe word, 'no'. when the woman asked if she could be curious. Laeia looked to The Black, and clicked her tounge against her teeth. Instantly the horse came forward around the group. She looked to Queen Sumeria.

"I brought the small stag for the tribe, do what you will with it." She said, a bit of bitterness in her voice. She was slowly turning into the old Laeia Tanzin she had once known. The one who knew nothing but hatred and rage.

Her blue eyes trailed to the new woman again. "Can't say that it was nice to meet you." She said bluntly and then turned on her heel and began to walk away, back down the path she had just come down. The black stallion of course, loyally behind her. Laeia was begining to think coming to the Amazon Nation was wrong move on her part.