“Creepy, creepy, sneaky sneaky” she giggled to herself as she tripped and slipped through the undergrowth. Stalking nothing in particular she slithered her way through the shadows, making sure not to step out into the light. She was making her way to home-place of her so called family, and she didn't want to be spotted just yet. She was shimmering with rage, the points on her coat were glowing crimson and her horn looked as though she had just gored some pathetic half breed. Heat was emanating from every pore, causing the atmosphere around her to grow humid and stifling.

She had been minding her own business, living off the grid for some time now. But even living an introvert existence such as hers, you still heard things. And the rumours she heard disgusted her. The word that had finally reached her, on the outskirts of humanity was that of her sisters fall from grace. It had been told that she had become one of the hated, the half breeds. She snorted in rage and disgust, for she who deserved no name no longer held her crowning glory. Her spike had been removed from her garland and it sure as hell made sure that she was no family of Giselle’s. The mutt had gone into war as a heroine to their kind and come out about as much use as if she had died, bloody and battered on the battlefield. It was time for Giselle to finally show what she was made of, it was time for her to take her rightful place and to spit on the bitch in the process. Nobody who lost their horn deserved pity, only scorn and banishment.

She pushed herself forwards through the flora, pillars pulled high in a trot, dial swinging, a smirk firmly placed upon her maw. Her midnight and carmine pelt shimmered as the powerful muscles bunched and relaxed underneath as she snaked her way towards her goal. Her thoughts of entitlement and vanity tumbled around in her brain, causing her eyes to shine with excitement and a whole new level of blood-thirst. She knew what she wanted, and she was willing to spill as much guilty, or even innocent blood as it required for her to get there.

She finally reached the edges of the lands where her so called family now called home without her. The sun was slowly setting, causing the sun to look as though it was spilling its guts across the sky, turning it every shade of amber and crimson you could think of. “How very fitting..” her inner demon drawled in her ear, and she bobbed her cranium in agreement whilst licking her lips. She stood, shrouded in the darkness of the trees that surrounded the threshold to her new home. Silently taking it all in, barely moving a muscle, her pelt still shining vermilion. The occasional maddened chuckle escaped her lips, for it now her time and she was more than ready, for it had been such a long time coming. Oh, she was going to enjoy this..