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06-29-2013, 10:57 AM
Illynx
That her words struck so hard at Tonka's ego made the harsh glare upon her own features as she looked upon him soften into a mocking smile. She wondered if, should she keep pressing him with her rather truthful taunts, she might get him angry enough to actually strike at her. The thought made her smirk all the more sharp, her eyes glimmering bemusedly at the rage broiling just beneath the other golden marked unicorn's skin. These sparkling orbs were upon him as she heard his explanation of the vanishing of the Gods into some unknown place, Illynx assuming to solve the problem that Tonka deftly avoided with his choice of words, something she found laughable, though her giggle was transformed into a scoff by the remark that the Assassin's were staged just below the Basin. Unwelcome neighbors, most of you, who bend truths to lure others into your cesspool, she thought, finding little room for kindness in her heart for a unicorn with so little valor as to wander the wilds with a troupe of mismatched oddities, bringing with them their feather mites and hornless masks so grotesquely close to the Basin. She almost pitied him, really, to be so proud of this life he was building for himself, too young and inexperienced to have ever truly lost a home of his own; perhaps he did not know the danger of telling a woman such as Illynx where one laid his head at night, but she surely did, and she had a special set of knives just for mixed blood bands."The Assassin speaks true, for the most part," she said, her voice most mocking in tone as she let her eyes linger for but a moment longer on Tonka's face, an attempt to make apparent that she refused to use his name, before she turned to look again upon the black unicorn mare, laced in stars, "but it is your choice. Either way, we must all return home on the same path, it would seem." She paused, discomforted by the thought of abandoning a perfectly capable unicorn in the woods among his mix breed company, that there were so many of her cousins lost in the blended society of Helovia, brainwashed of their true potential. She wondered if Gemini understood the gift of her horn as completely as she should, that the weapon upon her brow defined her as the most beautiful and dangerous of creatures upon the earth if she desired. "Will you be joining me up the mountain or remain at it's frozen roots with the stallion?" if I only could make a deal with God.
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