It was difficult to blend into the terrain, but it was hardly necessary for the shadow-mare.

Her black pelt gleamed in what little light pervaded the land. Clouds may block the sun's rays, but what was allowed to shine through bounced back and forth between snow and sky, creating an almost ethereal glow to the land. It was this glow that reflected from the dark fae's coat as she cantered gracefully over a rise in the hill. She was in high spirits today, her wounds from the Invasion healing well. Her recent dip in the ocean had worked wonders for the lacerations on her side and haunch, as well as the missing chunk from the base of her nape. They had almost completely healed, leaving scars covered by the thickening pelt of the Frostfall season. Even her shoulder, which she had feared was badly injured, had faded from a throbbing pain to slight discomfort.

She hadn't seen another soul outside the ex-Edge herd for some days now, which accounted for her lack of worry about being spotted. She clashed horribly with the serene, light setting that had become their temporary home, but perhaps this was simply a reflection of her rather jarring personality. Hoofprints trailed after her, left in the pearly snow in her wake, showing where she had come from. Where she was going was yet to be determined. For this moment on this day, the jackal was simply running for the sake of running, and she was determined to enjoy it. On the horizon, a speck appeared; as she neared, the one shape morphed into two. Curious, Psyche continued toward the pair. They did not approach from the herd, which lay in the direction from which she had come; therefore, at least one of them would be a newcomer, and perhaps one that she could use.

Amber orbs recognized the dark pelt and scarred bodice of Elizabeth, a new recruit to the Plague. A small sneer crossed her maw; their encounter at the Endless Blue had been interesting, to say the least. She had, however, emerged with a sort of truce with the mare, and for now, that would be enough. But if she tried to usurp the position of Crux? She would regret it. She pasted that sickly sweet smile on her face, eyes far too cunning for kindness, slowing to a trot before stopping in front of the pair. A nod as a greeting to Elizabeth was given. With her, she had brought a unicorn stallion.

He was light colored, with dark on each of his legs as though they had been dipped in the night sky. A black banner hung from his nape, and his tail was that of a traditional unicorn. She flicked her own tail, orange eyes meeting his gold. Simpering smile graced him as poisonous vocals were heard. "Elizabeth, darling, I see you've brought a new friend home." She looked him over again. He seemed to be of a fine sort. Taller than the shadow-mare, but not tremendously so. Not a draft build, but not a weakling, either. He would do. "My name is Psyche," she introduced herself. "Welcome to the Frostbreath Steppe."

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