Vita

Wanting to escape the savage Scarred Wastelands of her birth, Vita roamed Sornieth for days and weeks, all alone. She suffered greatly, but she was strong. Anything and anyone who approached her were immediately scared away due to her dark coat and crimson eyes. She wanted a home, some safety and security.

She still held dear the cycle and celebration of life and death that was held in high priority in the Wasteland, but she knew the celebration didn't have to be violent. She wanted children one day, and what kind of mother would she be, raising her potential children around such hostility towards everyone; such battles and schemes? And the stench, to boot.

She found herself, after almost losing hope, in the Southern Icefield. Wandering in the cold, thankful for her thick coat, she stumbled upon Clan Mogul late one night. Ray, the Clan's matriarch, looked so out of place in her Nature get-up, that Vita had to ask if she was lost.

Another lost soul wandering the world? Perhaps they could team up...

It was better; Ray invited Vita into relative warmth of the ice caves of the Clan, where such a warm welcome was given to her, such hospitality and generosity, that she found she didn't want to leave.

She developed a close bond with Bloob, the unfortunately-named Coatl, keeper of the Clan's animals. They cared for the animals together, bonding over new life and grieving the loss. It was at this point that Vita knew she was right; life and death were miraculous things, and didn't deserve to be celebrated with violence and competition.