[This is my first RP post in literally years...go easy on me! :P]

There are a few things to know about the little mare, who has just come into view. The first, is that she's beautiful. This is a fact, an objective one, I'd say. She might not be your type necessarily, but one wouldn't deny that she is lovely to look at. This little mare, could have stepped right out of any story ever told about your typical white unicorn; delicately built, light on her feet, pure white with a golden hor-...wait a second. Where's the horn?

This is another thing to note about this new arrival: she is a unicorn without a horn. Not even a stub! This is a mare born of Unicorn parents, completely horn-less. Sucks for her.

The last thing you might want to know, is that she is a bitch, in every sense of the word.

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Elle walked rather quietly through the glade that she now found herself in. Since leaving her herd, she hadn't really bothered to ask for directions, instead, she ran for days and days. Because of this, she was currently caked in a mixture of sweat and muck, but still her lustrous not-quite-unicorn glistened in the daylight. That, and she had no idea where she had just wandered into.

Fuck. Elle thought noticing how she didn't quite blend in with the shadows, but instead sort of ... glistened through them. She planned to role in some mud, as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

Elle hated her appearance. Subconciously, it probably reminded her of what an outcast and failure she is, being born a non-unicorn, from a full unicorn lineage. Consciously though, it was due to a few things. The first, was that men usually found her attractive. The second, was that most assumed she was nice/i>. She certainly looked like she should be. Then there was sort of a third class of equines who would try and 'understand' her, or 'give her, her own medicine' or whatever. She hated them too. One redeeming quality of Elle's; she's an equal opportunity bitch, if nothing else.

Here's another little fun fact about Elle - she really isn't that observant, if she isn't trying to be. Having traveled for miles, you would think stepping into an area where so many roamed, would be something that she would scent, but nope. You would also think the scent of a stallion would be something she would pick up on as well. Nope.

At the sound of Leander's greeting, Elle literally jumped with surprise. His introduction meant nothing to her, 'the fuck is a warrior of the Dragon's Throat?. She thought while sizing up whether or not she could nip at him while his head was bowed. "How nice for you". She replied, in a voice which wasn't so aggressive, but did sound so young. She also looked quite young for 4 - whatever blood her parents had passed onto her, made sure of that. Later in life, she would make use of this trait; would use her innocent appearance to her advantage. For now however, it was just bothersome.

Elle moved past the stallion, giving his wings a wider birth than necessary because, well, he had clearly been born as he should have, hadn't he? So fuck that. But where was she going? If she didn't know where the 'Dragons Throat' was, she probably couldn't know too much about these lands, now could she?

Elle's lithe body tensed up as the stallion moved next to her. She quickly side stepped to put a bit more distance between the two - rather awkwardly actually. "Pardon me, but I'm only trying to give you some help. I'm assuming your new here?" Elle listened as the stallion snorted his frustration at her behaviour, and then, regaining some of his composure, went on about the herd he had mentioned he was apart of earlier.

Elle delicately leapt forward barring the stallions path. She landed much like a cat - head low, crouching. As she rose, although she was no where near the stallions height, she held his gaze as best she could, and smirked.

"Let me get this straight, fly-boy. Your version of 'help' is telling me your name and some unimpressive title?". Elle relaxed a little, and took a few steps back, eyeing his wings disdainfully. Her voice, now not so harsh, but merely amused, continued, "Further, you don't know anything about me, and you want me to join your little herd? How do you know i'm not a spy, here to sabotage you, and your little band?" Elle flicked her tail back and forth, clearly enjoying this - she liked playing games with others, and was actually the most pleasant to be around, whilst doing so.

"Or maybe," Elle began, taking a step closer and narrowing her eyes, in a dramatic fashion, "you're the traitor. Maybe that's why you're out here flapping around, recruiting anything with a heartbeat"

Elle stepped back again, regarding the stallion cooly. This one was...interesting. She assumed it was in his nature to be all caring and inviting - why else would he be out here? She did find it interesting however, that as soon as she appeared to reject his help initially, his agitation with her rose almost immediately.

He did have a point - the air already held a bit of chill, and would only increasing with every sunrise. Thinking this over, Elle decided that it might be a good idea to see if there was anything she needed to know about this place she had just entered, as she doubted she could find anywhere else before Frostfall. Unfortunately, it looked like she was going to have to join a new herd here, after all.