She was alone on in this desolate forest, and in all honesty she was glad to be alone, needing to feel the release she could only feel in the solitude of her own mind. Despite the tension that coiled and balled her muscles beneath scarred hide her mind was beginning to slow and calm in its raging turmoil. She tried to focus on her breath, tried to focus on her hooves as they were placed with care upon underbrush that crackled and snapped beneath her weight. Skull would begin to lower, displacing her center of gravity as she attempted to allow haunches to coil and forequarters to release. Tension, there was so much tension slithering through her veins it was hard to chase it out. Blood. She needed blood. To feel it, to taste it. She wanted someone, anyone, to carve this tension out of her flesh, to make her bleed. It had been too long. How long? Since coming being separated from her father she felt like she had been doing nothing. Would she ever reunite with him? When would the fun begin?

Hooves would be placed with an odd amount of care, simply causing her to slow further, cause her muscles to tense once more as each hoof was picked up and then place with pain staking precision before she would transfer her weight forward. Hooded gaze would settle on the ground before her, would watch the dirt as it parted and shifted around each massive hoof, would watch fetlocks pool and lay atop the ground. So no, she would not notice her company. She would not notice the black and gold horned beast that slowly moved towards her. Ears would fold against her neck, would pin to the sides of her close cropped mane.

And then. Words.

Muscles would ripple, tension releasing as exotic lyrics would trickle towards her on the breeze. There was still a distance between them still so she would not tense, not yet. Heavily muscled neck would arch before swinging around and casting lazy gaze to her new companion. He was large, not as large as she but muscles lined his frame. Gold underlined his belly and adorned his face though what she took note of was the horns that spiralled ever upwards from his skull. Rusty gaze would slip over him from head to toe, barely showing any hint that she had heard his words other then the fact that she had halted in her passage. A time would be given to study the ebony spires that adorned his features before a smirk would tilt up the edges of her lips and a soft snort would snap from her nostrils. "Much thanks good sir. Are you the official greeter here? If so… What is this place?" Her words were feminine despite all her attempts to separate herself from her gender, but a deeper rolling tone that carried easily over the blowing winds. What did he want?