Curvaceous bod swaying towards an opening in the hole, Valhalia entered. There in the entrance were the forms of hornless equines, the large span of giant wings filling up space. Her orbs continued narrowed, avoiding any contact. There were too many for her comfort, and eventually the mare found herself deeper in the twisting tunnels. Eventually entering a cavern with paintings marked upon stone walls of the gods, Valhalia stopped, spotting a unicorn of her kind.
Her face was a mask of rigidness, yet a delighted, and wicked smile spread upon her maw. She was not kind, she was only happy to find a unicorn of her kind. "Hello", petite, Valhalia stuck her neck higher in the air, showing off her sharp apendage. "What the hell is this place? Why are there all these horses trapped in this darkness?" Questions decided to spill from her maw. She wanted answers...Now.