Aviya followed close, keeping her hoofsteps inside the steps of Ophelia, though the Lady was invisible, Aviya watched where her cloven hooves left imprints in the dirt and she pressed her own cloven hooves there as well. If they were being followed, or were to be ambushed, Aviya knew to make it appear that there were less of them then what was truth. Her skin twitched and her heart did summersaults within her breast. This was no ordinary battle, no, it was a war. Aviya had never participated in any war before, but she had been born on the first kiss of battle, when the Edge was no longer the home of the unicorns. She remembered watching and fleeing, with Momma Kou and Tamlin and finally the rest of the herd to the north, never to return to their precious, mist-filled place. Aviya had been born a true princess of the World’s Edge, her magic so reminiscent of the very lands themselves. Ice colored eyes rested on Ophelia as she shifted back into sight, giving orders and making a speech. Aviya may have wanted to slice her mudblood throat in the past, but in this moment Ophelia was her leader in arms just as Deimos was, and there was a flicker of admiration behind her eyes for the power the silver and crimson mare held. Quickly her eyes shifted to Deimos, but he was a silent vigil of malice. Nodding her crowned head to none but herself, Aviya moved forward with the rest of her regime.

Keen eyes flickered up to see the image of their spy, the stallion that was bringing them into this side entrance. Fury, white hot and overwhelming, instantly burned in her chest and washed over the rest of her smoky frame. Rage swelled in her eyes and painted her vision red, and it took every ounce of her strength not to send herself headlong at the brute. He had killed Momma Kou. He matched her child sister’s description, and Aviya only wished for his demise. His safety better be worth it, Aviya hissed in her mind, knowing full well that OPHELIA could hear her thoughts. Her shoulders began to shake and she shook her head, forelock falling across her broken horn and framing her face. She looked around for another target, and she found herself a beast of one.

Surging forward, Aviya moved her eyes over ROSTISLAV. He was bulkier, more powerful surely, but not any taller than her. She would call on the refined speed her parents had given her, and she would run circles around his fatass. Snorting, Aviya charged for ROSTISLAV’S left side. Her muscled neck arched and her head lowered, dangerous glass horn pointed for the stallion’s body. She wanted to feel her weapon dig into his skin, rip muscle from bone. She would bathe in his blood today, and she painted the image of this stallion as Oxy in her mind. All of the anger, rage, resentment, and hatred she felt towards the stallion that had defeated her mother was propelled onto this other stallion. Did he deserve it? Probably not. But he is was in her way, and this was her duty as a warrior, and she thrived in the throes of battle. Continuing her forward assault, the daughter of darkness altered her body just a hair. She turned, hoping to be somewhat parallel to the brute of a stallion. She thrust her head, moved it like a samurai sword, and aimed to slice along the stallion’s left-side ribcage. This landscape would look better with his entrails scattered on the loamy soil, she decided, with a cruel and sadistic smirk.




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- OPHELIA IS LEADING THE BASIN TROOPS UP FROM THE SOUTH-WEST INTO secret entrance!

- OXY is showing them the way in

- They FLANK the Falls from the back at SUNSET with the sun setting in the west so that the sun is at their LEFT and BACK

- AVIYA is wearing lightweight, metal armor crafted by the Dragon's Throat.

- AVIYA targets ROSTISLAV by attempting to slice her horn down his left-side rib cage.]