The corporal came down from their mountain on a regular basis, even with the threat of the mimics and the severe darkness that had draped itself across the land. She knew they had plenty of soldiers to run patrols, and while she was skilled in her craft, she would rather leave the child's play to well... children. There was little threat of anyone arriving in their mountainous home to stir trouble, and even if they had, their lives would be short lived past the point of discovery. While not all of the unicorns of the Basin were racist, they certainly were all loyal, at least upon first glances, and the golden trimmed femme felt nothing but pity for the ignorant fools who wandered up the path, not knowing the sort of trap that lie in wait for them at the peak. The surveying of the Threshold was perhaps her most common course of action when she left the comforts of her home, the mare taking great pride in bringing home new members, each one a stronger link forged into the chain of their power.

Today the snow fell, thick and heavy, some flakes larger than the circumference of Illynx's eyes, which she watched trail through the blackened air with a reverence that the mare felt only for ice and success, the power of both so invigorating to the seasoned fighter that she had shared her opinions with a soldier of the Basin just a few weeks prior, before the sun set and never rose again. She thought back to the Arch, how pristine the whole scene had been with the pale sun filtering down the tunnel, and also of what should be here in the Threshold could she have seen it.

She spotted something moving up ahead, and in her usual demeanor she raised her head in pride and made steps so as not to appear to be sneaking up on anyone. When she arrived upon the clearing in which two unicorns stood, one black with pale flecking as well as a blue mane, and the other a stallion of brown and gold, whom she eyed with a bit of bristling of the coat (if it had been possible), and a steely glance. He had stolen her colors, it would seem, but with much less grace and style; the arrogant mare strode into the conversation at this point as if the other male had not already spoken, having heard him mention his ragtag band of homeless misfits. The type that Illynx simply could not stand, considering that it had been his kind that had tossed both her and her kin from their home within the Edge. "She has obviously come to find a home," she said, her voice sharp as she eyed the stallion with a cool loathing; he may have been a unicorn, but he was honor-less as far as she was concerned, living among the trees like a deer rather than a true and proud sword-bearer, "not a collection of buzzards in the woods. A true home, my dear, I can provide, with ample light in these times of shadow."