Few thing could undermine patience as much as waiting. In essence I was a creature of action, and to remain in the same place day in and day out without anything to do, without purpose or goal was definitely getting on my nerves. I had followed the band of outcast unicorns north because of a hope that they would make something happen, but rather than to scheme and plan for the future, all I saw was sulking and moping about things that belonged in the past. It never did anyone good to dwell over history. I myself is a living example of that, because, where would I have been if I couldn't put pain behind me and carry on? The situation was granted a bit different from the rough times during my childhood, but wasn't it because of the strict upbringing that I had become the one I was today? Strong, capable, with a clear goal in mind. Oh, if the doddering fools could just get their acts together, stop tending to their injuries and think.

But I never said anything. Who was I to voice criticism, new to the herd as I was, unknown and unspoken for? No, I would bide my time, grit the teeth and wait for the opportune moment, despite the growing urge I held to bite down into something, feel the salty taste of blood upon my tongue and see the crimson scatter around. I allowed the mind to sink deeper into the pleasant daydream of cutting pieces of flesh from the ass of the idiotic brother that had turned his back on me during the battle, humming soothing tunes to myself as I walked. Far better than to spend my days watching grumpy soldiers and fat mares totter about, I would retreat to the solitary space of the Arch and wallow in my bloody reveries.

Upon arriving, I found to my dismay that the space had already become occupied. Lids dipped over eyes as pale and cold as the landscape around as I watched the shape of a horse slip in through the mouth of the icy cavern, and for a moment I considered leaving and finding another place to stay. Then a shrug of the shoulders brought me forward, reconsidering the plans for the day even as I moved to follow the unknown mare. Might as well see if there was a way to find entertainment elsewhere; if she was hornless I could always amuse myself with draining the blood from her veins. And if she was true to blood and cause.. Who knew what fun we could have?

My steps sent echoes through the hollow space as I cautiously tripped over the icy floor, crimson tassels swaying behind the muscled rump. The cold that instantly sought to extract the warmth from my blood wasn't going to help the slowly healing scratches and bruises on my body, but I couldn't care less about the discomfort that walking brought. Too focused on the stranger that appeared before me, I put on a courteous smile and arched the storm gray neck pleasantly in order to display the ivory horn that stretched from my forehead; the spitting image of nobility and elegance.

"You don't mind sharing space for a while, do you?" I asked with jovial tone, all while my eyes roamed hungrily across her frame to assess the person before me. A lovely horn extended from her dark brow, the first and most important thing I took note of - the rest was unimportant. Dark body, strong built, yada yada lets move on. It was the look in her eyes that would determine whether she was going to be able to entertain me or not.