One way or another, she'd been known for a few noticeable things about herself. One, she had red eyes that looked so strange, yet so captovating at the same time, When the moment she opened her eyes a chestnut filly, the world went "Ooooooo. What eyes.", and since then, she wore her unique red eyes like a trophy, in the same fashion that a queen wears her crown jewels. Two, she was short, small, and petite. At two years of age, she just quit growing, and had her perfect petite form that made something special to look at. The girl never got over the height of 14.2 hh, and with her brother, who stood a healthy 15.3 hh, she was something to look. Her mother took the better of having her daughter being a petite, beautiful thing, and made her into a polite creature, though the bad apple that was her father worked racism into the child, and she hid it from her mother. Third, she had an almost perfect, untouched white by the age of a year. Her poor mother slaved for hours to keep her daughter's coat clean, and the girl, seeing her mother's strain, learned how to keep herself clean and not being too prissy. No, she wasn't prissy, she just didn't like the idea of asking a friend to help her bathe to make sure her coat was kept spottless and spending hours in the process. Fourth, last of all, she had strange little horns. Like her body never grew big, her horns stayed small. They were straight, red to match her breathtaking eyes, and in a good little pair. She was told by her brother who was allowed to adventure out that they were Antelope horns, and one of a young one. Afterwards he'd chuckle to her, she'd pout, and storm off, grumpy from being teased by her brother.
When she did leave, she did cry, missing her family, though her family told her she was too beautiful to stay in one place. There was a world for her to see, and her brother walked with her until he couldn't follow, and she went on. At one point, night swept in, and she found herself a place to sleep where she wouldn't get her coat too dirty. And when she woke up, well, there wasn't exactly a dawn. Though, feeling she had awaken too early, stood up, checked her coat and white curly hair, fixed the braid in her tail her mother and brother braid for her, and went on. It was only after a few hours that she noticed the Sun wasn't rising, and kept moving. The thought of keeping a fast pace was the thought that she'd get out of the dark. Instead, she found herself in the trees, and stuck in the tow of underbrush.
"Ouchie. Ow. Owie. Ow. Ouch. Oh, that was unpleasent. Oop! Ow! Does this ever end?" She tried to keep her steps high through the bushes, vines, and shrubs surrounding the base of the mixture of hardwood trees, but was only getting herself stabbed by Breyers she had wandered into in the dark. Apparently the snow upon the ground hadn't done very much to kill it all off, and already her tail had gotten snagged on something a while back ago. When she found her might to pull herself free, she lost a few of her white tail hairs in the bush. She sighed and frowned at the idea that the forest was greedy, and one way or another always wanted a piece of those around. She'd known she'd struck gold when she wasn't stepping in mud, or having something catch on her horns and then try to tear them out of her head. With one step forward, she found herself getting stabbed in one precious red eyeball by a low twig hanging off a branch.
"OWIE!!! Ow! Ow! Ow ow ow OW!" Tears fell from her tightly closed eye are in response to being stabbed, and she stumbled about without her sight for a few moments. She never fell, but in the process of getting stabbed ran into a tree. "Oh, today is not my day. Please don't let any of that scum come along. Oh wait, I'm probably inticing them by just saying. Crap." A frown fell across her face in displeasure, the thought of having to meet an Equine or Pegasus making her blood boil. Her father was smart enough to make sure she didn't have to be near them when they took to their home, but leaving it meant an uncertainty as of if this place was only populated by Unicorns. She could hit the jackpot, and there not be, but as far as the day was going, a kick in the butt like that didn't seem like something that wouldn't happen because she didn't want it to.

Soft words of Angel, secretly laced with cyanide.

OOC: For Psyche and Illynx.