My half of an art trade with https://www.furaffinity.net/user/andibi/

Meet your guide,
She knows these lands better than the finest scout our tribe has to offer.
Her tribe is unknown to us, as are the manner of her metal clothing and great dagger she calls a " sword".
She came to our lands wounded and starving, and as we tended to her she spoke of how her people were slaughtered, her mate and child slain, save for her, whom a vile being kept as a slave.
She endured cruelty and hardship at his hands, her honor and dignity stripped from her, until One year after her capture she struck down her master and took vengeance upon his house.
His death was slow, though I have not the stomach to speak of what she did, for she avenged her people and her stolen honor.

Such Fire I have never seen in someone's eyes as I saw in her as she spoke.
In time she was mended, though her mind I fear will never fully recover.

We tried to marry her off to one of our warriors, but she would take none as a husband.

She wanders the wild and returns to our village every full moon. She brings precious stones and pebbles for our young ones.

But I fear for her soul.
Such pain and anger I see in her eyes.
Do not move too quickly when you are near her, no startle her , if you can help it. Her own fall will be her own doing, though I know there is a place of honor in the sacred village of The Holy Three for such a warrior.