sui domina et libera
Kimber was one of the more docile (at least in appearance) creatures of the Chamber. Although she had a interesting coloring - a black to blue/teal ombre if you will - she was relatively bland. Immortality was not visible and even she didn't know she was such, this year she was turning five - her prime age and she would never see a day over it. If she were a more conscientious woman she would revel in the fact her quarters would always be full and her face never-graying.
All she reveled in was her unresolved, misplaced anger.
She was a smartass, witty even and intelligence backed it 90% of the time but she just never understood where it came from. It's been a long time since Smolder took her beneath her proverbial wing but a feeling of rage and hate has been subdue but never removed. Kimber couldn't possibly know that in a matter of days she could be facing her reason for rage; her mother, the magician. Perhaps fate would take a gamble on pitting the two against each other; if one could be so lucky.
Today is not that day, however, and instead she finds herself meandering amongst the rubble of the Chamber. It's springtime and although places like the meadow and field would be thriving with new life, young rabbits and spotted fawns the Chamber never changed too much. Her black hoof did land itself in a spot of thick vegetation and for this she was thankful. In her isolation through this winter she had gotten a tad skinny, some women would appreciate a slim figure but she was much happier being a little thick. Hey, you know you like some gravy with your steak. She keeps her eyes peeled, a flick of her black and blue tipped ears picking up conversations, sexual advances and other mindless banter.
immortal little shit of the chamber