Nemina

Born far outside the territories, Nemina was raised in a familial herd, consisting only of her own kin. They were a non-confrontational, apprehensive herd that skittered with each whisper of danger upon the horizon. Ever moving, they did not stop in one place for longer than a half-moon, never outstaying their welcome, nor willing to discover what potential treats lay within each land.
As they strayed ever closer to Agartha territory, Nemina grew taller and stronger with each passing sunrise. Her mother raised her to be kind to all creatures, but to know when to remind others to not test the boundaries she had chosen to set for herself. Her father, on the other hand, taught her the meaning of strength and survival - quick legs made for a longer life but, when in a pinch, brute strength might just be the thin line between life and death itself.
On a particular crisp, cold morning, Nemina awoke from beneath the brush and emerged to find her family scattered. Vanished into the bitter winter, the only traces of their presence the distinct splattering of red upon tousled snow. The acrid tang of bear had filled her senses alongside the iron snap of blood, though she was not sure how she had not awoken from the commotion, nor been found and decimated herself - she thanked the stars that she had gone unnoticed that day. Venturing upon her lonesome, she came to an impasse between Agarthan and Elysium territories, lingering on which direction to traverse from there - North or South? Either would ultimately change the rest of her life. Even then she could scent the differing herds on the wind; their angst and impressions reaching her despite their distances. A distinct, gut feeling from each direction; South felt lighter, North, like a burden needing to be carried upon already weighted shoulders.

It was an Agarthan patrol that located her first, her soft appearance and the traumatised trembling of her limbs allowing her passage into their territory and, later, into their ranks.
As she followed the deer back to the central herd, however, she could not help but glance over her shoulder to what might have happened if she had been found by the other herd first, had she not been destroyed on sight. Stories of Elysium's ways morbidly fascinated her as the residents of Agarthan educated her on their histories and their split beliefs. Nemina found it utterly fascinating that a group of deer chose to fight their instincts, rather than to give into their instinctual flight responses.
Often, she grazes upon the knolls overlooking the Elysium herd, curiosity prickling at her skin. Despite her daydreaming, Nemina knows deep down in her very core, that fate had spun her onto the correct path. She would never be a fighter, even if her life depended upon it. Now, she occupies herself with the unparented young, hoping to tear a rift between herself and her wondering mind and to fill the aching need for purpose within the Herd itself.