The grand herd of the Basin was forced into the residues of the prison, the sanctuary. Darkness was like a thick blanket, enveloping them in an embrace of hopelessness, anger, and other rotting emotions boiling together. It sparked a sudden rage, a dull and never ending rage within the tawny, crowned mare. Hatred gleamed in those hard, orbs of silver, loathing of the beasts that robbed her of a new life of a supremacy. Valhalia had yearned daily to go out and crush those beasts, seething at the fact that they could easily infect one, crushing any spark of rebellion. But finally the call of one of their leaders, Deimos, whom she had only seen once, summoned the unicorns back to the icy refuge of the Basin.

The frigid air pounded against her flanks, a feeling that she had longed to feel, the harshness, the deathly cold. A smirk played upon her velvety lips as her body moved in a jovial rhythm. The loud voice boomed and she felt herself drawn in, along with others, some of whom she recognized. Illynx took her turn to speak after the words confidently, spoken from the regal stallion who stood, watching with a gaze appealed by the appearance of his comrades. Listening carefully with pricked audits, Valhalia stood quietly, accepting that she was still freshly new, and did not have any part to speak yet, unlike the older members.

But her time would come soon to mention the fact she was ready to give her body as a vessel to fight and protect her herd mates. The other jobs that were mentioned by the golden eyed mare didn't suit the petite warrior. Her life was stained with blood, her body craved the thrill of a battle, the adrenaline surging through her veins, she was born and raised a soldier, one meant to bring glory to her military. The one named healer, a bay femme with a spiraled horn spoke with gratified tones, and with a meek appearance, accepted the role. Lena. Valhalia made mental notes, taking in the names and appearances of her companions.

The man named general, Tolreik, , had a proud aura, confidence radiated from his horned being. The ebony stallion addressed everyone with a level voice, and like her, lived a life of battles. He seemed very excited, eager to begin a new life of purpose. A tiny smile reappeared, but as quickly as it came, vanished with the unforgiving, bitter wind.


Valhalia spotted Deodat, the stoic man that had led Valhalia to her new life, with no mercy for a tired damsel. Pft. Damsel. Such a petty title implied on most mares of her stature. She enjoyed the personality that he played, a toughened up one, hardened to the concerns of pity and laziness. The tawny mare felt great respect for him as she did for Illynx and Deimos. Solemnly she watched on the meeting, catching the familiar figure of a man she met in the tunnels. She remembered gentle, hushed tones offering an aid of assistance. Valhalia did not recall his name, for anger blinded everything, but one day she'd get to know him once more.

Again, the dark stallion spilled congratulations, as Valhalia silently listened. A voice rang out, mentioning the electric blue unicorn, Farenjir. The stallion mentioned something about guardians. In the future, Valhalia would ask someone the ranks and their meanings to the Basin. It was useful to collect information if she was going to live here. But one stag came to contradict the words of the leaders. Blue pools lightly contrasted against his dark frame, and criticizing words spilled.

A smirk managed to fight itself back to masking her mouth. No soldiers? What was she inducted for? To be some useless mare, another mouth to feed. Snorting softly, only for her ears to hear, she stepped besides the ivory and scarlet stallion speaking up against the stallion. "I am Valhalia, new to the Basin, lead by Deodat some time ago", at least now was an appropriate time to speak. Dipping her head respectfully to everyone, especially the Lord and Lady, stony, silver orbs addressed the crowned unicorns in the meeting. " I was born and raised a warrior, and that is what I am here for. I am absolutely willing to die for the Basin, and will prove my use. You have another soldier for a military", her smirk was wiped off her face, and her tone was solemn, confidently filling the air.

Valhalia meant business, and was ready at any cost to prove her worth. She mentally laughed, knowing that others would look upon her and snivel at the sight of such a small woman. But her hooves were ready to crush skulls, her teeth aching to bite soft flesh and bring agony to her opponents. The tawny femme yearned to be on the battle field, even now, fighting to be the victor. Awaiting whatever left was to say, she backed up again, besides the massive alabaster brute, Krieger.