(Twin!)

My body is my sanctuary, flawed as it may be.
Through it, I become myself.
I must honor it always,
For it is Sacred.

...black.

They come slowly at first,
erupting into a cacophany of light and bright and colour, mimicking the fire that gives them life. They follow it, a beloved finale to a deadly dance that heralds peace to come.

A short-tempered totoma, and quick to lash out, who fought a boulder... and came out on top. It was in her way on her daily route– and one day, she decided she'd had enough. Vowing to find its fault and smash it to pieces, she reared back and charged. She smashed at the rock with fierce headbutts until the stone itself gave way, hidden faults beneath her hooves cracking at the force of her tenacity. The boulder tumbled along with the doe, and she stumbled out of the rubble later, relatively uninjured.