Angora's nimble and lithe bode easily swung and turned it's way into the basin. Hiding behind a new object every once and a while, Angora snuck farther and farther into the basin. She saw no Arah. All she saw were horns. Horns here, horns there, and beards, and beards. Were unicorns really this hideous? They had lion tails and beards? Angora snickered at the thought of this beauty and a beard.
Angora had been clever, if these unicorns were as stupid and imperialist as she thought they would, the had a plan for her no horn. Eh, they probably weren't that stupid. Still, Angora and her stealth ridden frame caravaned the scenery, quiet, yet deadly. How was she suppose to take Arah? She could smuggle her across... Why was this so fucking hard?
Angora, lately, had been stranger. She had been oblivious to obvious facts, but then pulled out the so well hidden things. How was this? How was Angora doing this? She didn't have magic for this. She only had magic for seducing, and why the fuck would she use this on the deer she stocked?