Something was different in the air when she woke, her golden crown gleaming as she slipped out of the gateway of the Basin and out into the world. Always a favorite task of hers, the Threshold beckoned to her with it's opportunities gleaming in the dreary, cloud scattered atmosphere, the failed war slipping the golden bitch into a state of power-mongering more rampant than ever. What better way to gain strength than to gather soldiers oneself? The crackling sky drew her gaze upwards before she slipped into the heathen darkness of the forest of entry, thankful for the hundredth time that her mountain was placed so wondrously close to this place. Truly, the only herd that meant one would be walking a long way home was the Dragon's Throat, and it was most gleeful to think of the weary travelers faces when they discovered they'd walked for so many long days to arrive at a desert.

Not so with the Basin; while the path to her snow peaked castle was long and arduous, it willingly gave it's rewards to those who could make the journey. She didn't live in a dust bowl, and for that, she was exceptionally proud.

The sound of voices whispered through the boughs, the Lady slipping between black trunks as leaves billowed all about her lithe frame while stalking the sound, spinning off with the sound of scratching nails as the wind ripped them from their places of resting. Curious ears were raised into alert, golden gaze scanning the dim light of the wood for the one who spoke, until at last, she set her orbs upon the source of the sound.

A unicorn, she supposed, and had she ever seen a rhino, perhaps that was what she'd have related this one too. With no knowledge of African giants, however, she was left to observe the faint glimmer of some sort of horn upon the grey mare's nose. The horse was who had spoken, however, the mare letting her gaze slip upon his unwhole form with a curling lip of distaste. He spoke of the Foothills, and so with much self restraint she slid her grimace away behind fake smiles and cheer, his frame offensive but much less so than the hound beast she had encountered from the same herd. What was his name? Osis? Osirus? No, Osiris, at least she thought that must be it. Either way, she was sure that if the wolf or this stallion (any of his herd, truly) had shown his face at their invasions, she wouldn't have to be here, scrounging up pieces of a broken army. Her distaste for the band of mercenaries gave her sweet smile an almost creepy sheen, tongue in cheek to swallow her ire that she wished to lash out at the white and red stallion with.

Truly, though, it was not his fault. She couldn't be sure if he had been present or not, divided as their forces has been and, without a sun, the mists of the Edge had kept the faces of her fellow invaders a guarded secret, and so she was left only to grasp at fraying cords that once held her picturesque world in place.

The smile led the way, the shimmering mynx slipping from the cover of the trees and into the rather small clearing that the two had gathered in. "Greetings," she cheerfully quipped, her eyes landing upon the scar riddled grey woman, a feeling of unease settling into her stomach as she latched her golden eyes onto the faded pink of the stranger. Something was off, something was terribly, grotesquely wrong with that stare, her alert ears falling to the side in her momentary discomfort. Shrugging it off as best as she could, the Lady cleared her throat and attempted to pick up where the sinister gaze had broken her flow. "I am the Lady Illynx of the Aurora Basin," proudly crooned the mynx, nodding her head in turn from the grey mare to the white stallion from their loosely bound allies before turning to the north, searching for the steady peaks above the treeline and finding it cloaked by branches, "to the north. Unfortunately, one cannot see it from this deep into the forest." The wind rippled violently through the small clearing, sending leaves and pine needles skittering across the earth in waves of rustling noise, the first few drops of rain leaking in from above as a massive boom ruptured the static imbued sky.

[ OOC: I really need to start making sure I'm on the right account. xD ]