The wind was pushing against her back, still small in size, the little alpaca was forced to run somewhere behind shelter. A powerful gust shoved her forward, almost tossing the cria off a ledge but she dropped to the floor just in time. . . that was close. Legs carried her down into the gorge, away from aggressive air. Little Tesla was not interested in becoming a fatality to this place, she wanted to explore and would admit she wasn't sure where the exit would be. Having lost track of those two canines, Othello and Odyssey, she was on her own. She found she had returned to her birthplace, down here in the gorge was where the alpaca had woken from her slumber. Over where the shards of her smoky chrysalis were, not much was left. The wind and those walking by must of scattered the remains. Tesla walked around as she scanned the ground, but there was nothing left. Maybe Othello came back and took more, he seemed rather interested in the smoky quartz. The silver alpaca signed with a pinch of frustration, she wanted to do something, to have fun. But what sort of fun could one have when you can't find someone to have fun with. Maybe she needed to look harder? For now, Tesla would stare up high, to the tops of the windy walls of the gorge; up to where the storm was still alive. If those two canines were able to maneuver up there, maybe she could if she tried hard enough? "Yeah, I just need to try again . . " Getting to her hooves, she began to run back to the way up, hopefully she won't be blown away? --------- "Speech" Thoughts OOC: Need some Tesla (omg how is she 2 cycles already, I just made her I swear) @Nemesis

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.

@Tesla , sorry for the delay my dear ;o; just getting back into posting again finally;;;;