The dainty fae closed herself within the darkness of the trees she had found herself in. She still had not quite found her daggers within the dark forest that surrounded her and wrapped around her little bodice as tight as a noose. She felt so alone in this place; she knew that the darkness and the dark things lurked within this place. That was simply common sense after her first visit her and witnessing with her own pale pools the deep gashes within the ancient trees and the pool of blood that circulated almost lifelessly in this dark corner of Helovia.

With a shake of these thoughts she then concentrated on the noise that had caused her to halt in a place she felt vulnerable. She would have much preferred to be standing in what little light there was to offer, and in the peak of Frostfall this light was difficult to come by. The cold was piercing her splashed pelt like the sharpest horns like the one that sat on her skull. But no, she lingered in the shadows in order not to be seen by the creature that had been wandering these parts for some time now. Her substantially excellent eyesight spotted golden hooves on the frame of a handsome brute who too was a horned. He was the most intriguing brute she had ever come across, with horns in the shape of a ram's and the striped brindling all across his pelt. His pale mahogany colour gave way to the shifts of blue hues, across his front half on his chest and cranium, and his tassles bore the same blue-ish hue with dips of gold. Wow, she thought with wide pools and a jaw dropping.

She let herself go for a second and the crackle of the dead twigs on the floor must have given away her location to the handsome stranger. She watched as his lobes flicked towards her, and spoke in a mesmerising voice towards where she stood frozen still,

Hello? Come to join my revolution?

Anzanie never spotted the darkness within his little amusement as he spoke this. She came to the conclusion that this dark azure brute may perceive her better should she step out of the light and try not to look too much of a coward that hangs in the shadows. With a stutter and a high pitched nervous laugh she began to speak as she walked out of hiding,
"Whatever revolution you're planning I feel I may not be quite suited to it," she began, and soon stepped into what little bit of light there was for the stranger to view her in all her young glory. The jewellery embedded in her skin tingled and glinted in the pale, cold sun and she spoke again in a soft melodic voice still high with the fright of meeting a stranger, "I could be considered good company, though?" Anzanie smiled a sweet smile towards the stag, offering friendliness and friendship. He is so handsome...