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09-20-2013, 08:18 AM
Two sets of equine eyes turned to gaze upon her splendor, and the unicorn raised her crown in tribute, her golden gaze flashing wickedly in the misty light dancing from the enchanted orbs dangling from near-by foliage. She could only hope that the light would strike upon the tip of her blade, a gleam of danger in the midnight world, but such dramatics were not required; they should feel fear just knowing she was near. That she had seen them, at their child's game, and that she would not be so easily displaced by words or threats alone. Today, Illynx wished for blood. The boredom that had arisen with the lack of action of behalf of their covert group and the endless night had driven her to a brink she wasn't sure she could come to until this very moment.
And so, imagine her surprise as the painted land-rat slid up to greet her face to face, as if the words that had just slipped from her lips were not painted with poison and oozing tendrils of wrath into the atmosphere. Her gaze broadens and her jaw grows slack, staring almost dumbly at the land-rat and her bubbling foal-like demeanor, her logical considerations of the frozen river, while perhaps true, more annoying than her plain, lacking face, and her exuberance is met with a grim and rather stalwart expression upon the features of the corporal as she eyes her prey and manages to draw her loose jaw shut.
With graceful and well placed hoof falls, the golden horned unicorn follows after the mare as she scoots back across the ice, toward the buckskin fellow not too far in from the bank. It could be said that Illynx was rather perturbed but also weakly flattered by the words of the overo wench, Kahlua having stuck a very true chord within the heart of the bitch by complementing her golden horn, but the words that leaked from the dark legged male's mouth had driven her to take her first few delicate steps out onto the ice.
"And you are to stop me?" she cooed, looking to the stallion with a glimmer of dark amusement, "I see no others here but you two - and as your companion has pointed out, I have brought toys to play with." She drew to a halt, dipping her brow earthwards as her smile etched itself more resolutely into her features, laughter brewing from her lips as the male staggered about on the slick surface of the frozen river.
She herself could manage alright on the icy surface; she had made her home in the Basin, a land of ice surely if there ever was one, so hardened her hooves and trained for the tricky surface that the sight of one struggling in such a moment of precarious danger left her in stitches of amusement. So quickly forgotten the impudence of Kahlua to not be afraid of the danger at the edge of the ice, her steps resuming across the surface with steady clinks as her hard hooves bit into the frozen water.
"Dare you to run?" she teased, her pace quickening to a slow but steady trot that she took extra care in not to slip; this was tempting gravity to send her thudding downwards despite her skill, but it was a grim possibility that was not without its silver linings. If she went down, so would the ice, more than likely, and with it, the much loathed land-rats that scurried down the faux path. As Kahlua had done before her, the mare slid herself to close the narrow distance between herself and the pair of horses, planting her hind end lower than the front and directing her motions with a fore-hoof much as one would use a rudder. Her golden horn lowered, dancing, it's tip at an angle to break flesh of either equine even as she slid to a halt, though she used it truly as a goad to see the graceless stallion attempt a faster pace across the slick, mirror-like surface. It would be plenty fun enough to simply see the duo scurry across the ice towards home (though she did fear that the idiotic wench would view the assault as yet another game), but the broad sweep of her blade stated that she was willing to stay and battle the scenario out if they would so please, ever eager to see inferior blood smeared across pristine, white snow.
