Her cloven hooves brought her far, her body bruised, tattered and bloody. Scars mingled with fresh wounds and littered her pelt, though the beauty behind her icy gaze and strong muscles was not lost. She trotted on strong legs, hardened by travel and quickened by experience. She followed the darkness, running north and slicing down any infected wraith that stood in her way, hornless or not. She did not give preference to anyone--they all attempted to take her life the same, and so she took their's. She felt no remorse, only strength.

On her return, however, it seemed she had exactly what she was looking for with little effort.

Splayed before her were members of her precious Plague, a group of underground racists she had been born a princess into. In their name she fought, in their name she conquered, and in their name she would rule. She recognized each face that stood before her. Illynx, a woman as powerful as Psyche was the first one she looked upon. Her golden frame was still slightly swollen from child bearing, as Aviya remembered from the times after her mother had birthed her three younger siblings. The dark princess did not give her a smile. She looked down on the youngling at her shoulder and wondered who his father was. Was he standing with them? Was he a warrior, strong and as vile as they all were? As she closed the distance between her and the group, she flicked her blue eyes to another member. It was the mad scientist, she gave him no more than a once-over, then it was the Engineer. He was strong, and he was ready for the defeat of the bastard hornless. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked upon his markings, and she quickly placed that Illynx and Ulrik had shared a cave to make the colt that stood with his mother now. Next, Aviya looked upon Deodat. He was related to her, that much she knew, but other than that she had no opinion of him. She had seen him throughout the Basin in her foalhood, but no more.

Finally, Aviya settled her eyes on her father. Her body relaxed some when she saw him, her pace quickening a step, until she finally settled next to the large glass-horned stallion. She pressed her blood-covered shoulder into his own, tail swishing to flick of his body. If Aviya had missed anyone on her mission, it was her father. After all, he had trained her to kill without a second though and to do it well. She was the greatest of all of his children, his pride and joy, if he had any. Visibly, she melted at his side before looking out again at the others, finally settling on Illynx once more. "Funny, seeing you all here."

The ice princess had not been called to this meeting like the others had been, she merely had followed their scents. It was odd to her that they were all clustered together so far from the herdland, and so she descended towards them. It only filled that each horse that surrounded them was a member of their Plague, and Aviya, as sharp as her horn was, decided that this was a meeting, and all but her had been called here.