I had plans to become a frequent visitor of these lands ever since I had discovered them, finding comfort in the darkness and the musky smells. This was the closest thing that could possibly make me feel at home, reminding me of the land I ruled over. The lands in which I was the dangerous viper that roamed the tunnels underground, waiting to strike on any poor, pathetic being that grew too curious. The caves were where I felt in my element, you could say, alert to any new sounds and and smells long before the sense of sight could pick up on. My favorite cave in particular was the large cavern with the roaring waterfall. There was something about being able to watch lights reflecting on the walls that brought a sense of calmness that I found to be the closest thing to meditation as I could get. Whoever would have thought I would need moments like this?

Looking back on it though, it only made perfect sense. In the Srotigus Pit, the massive set of underground tunnels and cavernous rooms, my quarters were similar in that they held meditative qualities. After all, my personal quarters consisted of the second largest "room" in the sets of caves, with an opening like a window to the outside world. Somewhere above that cave, more than likely uphill, there must have been a river or lake or something similar. I could remember hearing the water trickling down the rocks, dripping off of stalactites and splashing onto the rock below. Granted, that was completely different from these caves...But, there was a sense of familiarity there nonetheless.

Despite all of this comparison, I was actually lingering inside of the room that was illuminated by strange glowing trees and mushrooms. Far into the back of the room, I stood quietly with my weight adjusted so one of my legs was resting on the tip of my hoof. Don't ask me why exactly I had decided to haunt this room, standing stock still save for the movement of my barrel as I breathed. I was just barely in the darkest shadows of the room, pressed against a wall and hidden by some of the trees by anyone that may have walked by. To the world, I was nothing more than a shadow. After standing so quietly for so long, I was just about to drift off to sleep...

But the sudden echo of another's voice jostled me from my light doze, auds flicking forward to listen while my nares flared to take in the feminine scent of another amongst the filthy odors that lingered from prior events of who knows what. My gaze darted towards the tree that blocked my view, waiting for the owner of the voice to reveal themselves any second. But instead, a curious giggle came out of nowhere, similar to how Beloved was when I first met her, though not nearly as...Well, I guess for lack of a better word, creepy. Anyways, it was this additional giggle that urged me to move from my shadow, slowly weaving my way around the tender tree and revealing myself in the blue glow.

Dark eyes settled on the vixen before me, studying her lovely frame and taking note of the horns perched above her ears. A fellow unicorn, though I had no recognition of her, nor did she carry any scent of the Aurora Basin. If this giggly, swearing mare was not a Basiner, then, who was she? "Having fun?" My voice broke the silence, echoing eerily off of the walls in a tone that could send a chill down the largest stallion's spine.