Inzha From: Kazakhstan

Inzha from Kazakhstan was a well built strong woman who enjoyed her life. As far as she could remember she was strong in fighting and challenging all the guy's at what ever they could do.

She was not claimed by any man whats so ever. She had the blackest of hair and beautiful brown eyes. Inzha raised from her bed , her hair always a mess she pushes it aside and hand striaghtens the hair giveing her a salty rustic look with amazing looks. Washes her face puts on her very well worn fur boots customized by herself with bird beaks feathers and shreaded tree strands thined and used as ribbons with no socks and her wrap around traditional made cloths also with as many customized itemes even more, telling her life achievements.

Inzha rode like the wind with the strongest of beasts under her control she surely was the speed freak of the village on a horse. She got to the woods and her horse powerd through the tree line leaving the heavy snow behind them Inzha felt so happy everytime she rode, as free as the birds and she wanted this feeling for her horse to.

When she stopped at a stream she stops at everyday to get some water. It was a nice day no wind , snow only just covering the ground in some places and she lay on a tree and listened to the stream flowing, birds chirping , and her horse gulping down all the water.

Just then she noticed a bright coulerd object. She un clicked the huge pumpkin from under the tree and stone it was wedged between, brushing off the snow flakes an angrey face appeared carved out in the pumpkin 'AAAH' Inzha fell back after dropping the pumpkin and suddenly felt she was not alone at all.

She drew out her deboning and skinning knives as her horse heaved into motion in panic & fright.

'ne oluyor be' she kept whispering (what the hell) shaking and sniffling. The sky flashed blue so quick Inzha thought it was just in her head. But She woke with an aching body, mattered hair in a strange forest. She tried moving and YELPED!!! out in agony. But slowly managed to stand with heavy breathing and sweat all over her face, her hair plasterd to her silky skin.

' Neredeyim' (where am i?) A voice came out the dark woods as gentle as the wind as firm as a lions roaring and as scary as the last words you hear from your murderer.

'Hoia-Baciu Forest, Romania'