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08-20-2013, 08:45 AM
There were voices ahead; the corporal lingered on the edges of the meadow, her dark ears lifted high to catch the sounds that filtered in from the outside, her position to the south west to allow her better chances to catch the foe out in the darkness on this particular day, not inclined to linger with the horned princes upon the mountain and eager for her chance to take advantage of the cover of shadow. The mare shifted her weight to a different hoof as she peered out of her small copse of trees, their trunks narrow, their branches flimsy and laden with dead leaves; dead trees, as far as Illynx could be concerned. The Sun God had left his foliage to wither in his absence, and while the winter had brought sleep to the boughs of the trees, these saplings surely still required whatever sun they could gather even during winter at this young age.
She did not fret. The Basin did not require trees to keep them safe; the mountain needed no God to remain a fortress. The Edge, however... a smile, thin and vengeful, filled the impassive void of her face as her muzzle trailed in the cold air, bringing with it the smells of the now dragon infested forest upon the pelts of the shadowed silhouettes.
Mare and male, she deduced, letting their figures pass by them, their friendly chatter an unusual overtone to the dark thoughts that broiled within Illynx's mind; if she only knew how much darker that emotion would grow over the next season, into the Spring, the divines passing into the void and the impact it would have upon Helovia something that she didn't truly comprehend at this point. No wounds littered her body from battle with a colossus, no shreds in her chocolate pelt from it's smaller sapphire cousin, and subsequently she was currently fearless; only her hatred towards the two slipping deeper into the Meadow filled her heart now.
She followed after them a distance, not carrying truly if they discovered her for all her attempts at remaining hidden. She was comfortable enough in her skin to deal with two land-rats who, it would seem, had only each other to rely on; no dragons or wolves trailed after them or hovered in the sky, and so the corporal felt rather secure with herself as the pair drew to a halt alongside the frozen river that arched through the breast of the Thistle Meadow. The female of the pair was decidedly childish, something that may have perhaps enticed the golden horned mynx into talking to her had the painted femme worn the proper attachments on her face, but instead drew to the lips of the unicorn a resolute frown of disapproval. It's lines deepened even more still as, even after the overo nearly fell down on top of the slick surface, the stallion decided to follow after her.
Unable to swallow her angst at viewing this pair of hornless enjoying the beauty of Helovia in such a reckless (that ice could fall through!) and carefree way. "It is a fine day indeed to go fishing for morons," she snidely remarked as she drew closer upon golden dipped legs, "I am glad you have so eagerly offered to be the prey." Her lithe frame had drawn to a halt some foot or so from the frozen bank, her dark hooves situating themselves in the choppy earth alongside the river where creatures had disturbed the partially frozen murk in their attempts to find water, bright golden gaze glittering with amusement as she observed the pair so dangerously lingering on such a fragile surface.
Gingerly, she took several steps forward, her front right leg lifted as her head tilted, eyes searching the face of the older and male of the pair as a rich and moderately evil chuckle fell from her, her ears lazily laying back as she tapped the tip of her hoof on the ice. "Just think. One crack and you are both deep in freezing water. Do you know how long you will have before the cold steals your breath?"
