Monoceros had become something of a crypt. It seemed like only the strong survived here, where as the others were washed out, erased, smudged out into nothingness until they day they crawled out of the holes they had died in once more. The endless cycle of death and rebirth... Even Nemesis knew it well. Louie had lived it. Magdalena hadn't-- but she seemed to be more of a ghost than anything, and if Nemesis wasn't so strongly planted in reality, she might have mistaken figments like Diamondfang and Magdalena as nothing more than delusions. It seemed like more and more she was alone with her thoughts, and they were beginning to haunt her.

Orion, didn't she remember Orion? Yet it seemed the only way to get there was the suffocating gauntlet. There were so many prizes to be won there, the sweetest of moss, yet every time she went she returned with more and more scars. How her body held up to her rampages was beyond anything she had even tried to understand.

For now, Nemesis just wanted to push all of that away. She didn't know where her children were-- well, Hestia was home, here in Monoceros. She knew of the crypt as well, she had grown past, proven herself strong. The other children, though... Nettle and Fever. The stag. Had she made all of it up?

Something shook her from her thoughts. A creature in the gorge, where she was stomping about, having a drink, chasing her wild thoughts. Her midnight eyes searched the approaching creature-- like a horse or a stag, but not quite. Fluffy, long necked, odd. Familiar. Young. Why, she looked just like a babe still.

Nemesis remembered the elephant calf. Young did not mean soft and warm like Hestia. It sometimes meant violent, raging, just like she was when she was younger. Caution filled Nemesis as she stepped forward, closer, drawing a trotting approach to the young, fluffy herbivore. She smiled, head held high so as to not threaten the child with her horn. The young one didn't seem to notice her just yet, racing the cliffside, trying not to stumble. It was an oddity to say the least-- but Nemesis used to chase the wind of the Twister. Well... Technically, she still did, fairly often even.

"Hello there," she called, almost warm and motherly, to the strange calf. "What are you doing?" She felt no need to protect, to chase away, just yet. Her territorialism did not come outright against other herbivores-- only carnivores. They needed to be chased off. Fought. She had to protect Monoceros from the lions and tigers and wolves-- there was a certain irony to her girlfriend being a canine herself, but Nemesis was too stubborn to see it.