Getting dirty didn't bother the foul mouthed femme. What did bother her was the sticky, hard, drying feeling it caused as it leeched to every individual hair on her legs. Again, as her words had clearly explained: fucking disgusting. All she wished was to get home again. Hmph. Home. It felt strange for her to call it that, but it was the truth. The exiled princess, who had wandered for quite a while, had finally found a home. The irony was especially striking to Lakota, who had never before found a leader she actually respected as she did Ktulu.

Realizing she was lost in thought, violet eyes cleared and focused once more in the slight uphill she had encountered. Path before her dangerous, but clearly the only way out of the bog. It stank of death here, and though personally it didn't bother her she still didn't bask in its presence. Strange things happened in Helovia, and she'd be damned if she were dragged beneath by rotten souls that clung to the last threads of life, fueled by revenge and desperation. Or so the tales suggested. Black leg had been laced with muck and grime at that point, dying it a putrid brownish green color. At least she could wash it away on the path home.

However that journey was soon to be halted, for as she took one more decisive step a flurry of white and orange came springing out from the threadbare brush. Screeching a childish 'boo'. Not one to be frightened, but instead act on defense, Lakota's mind flashed with only one instinctive decision. Hit back. Already the stallion was at her side, his horn dangerous enough as it was without him going on the offense. Not feeling like slicing her stomach open on this marvelous day, she swung her ass around and coiled her legs up. Thrusting them out at him sharply, if only to drive him away from her. Snorting harshly, ears pinned so far back that they disappeared along her head. Trotting a few steps away quickly before turning halfway to face him. Violet eyes glittering like those of a snake, promising pain. "Well aren't you a darling little bastard?" Cooing cruelly at him. Almost hissing in her fake sweetness. "You're lucky I didn't poison your dumb ass. Wouldn't want to waste it on you anyways." Plume flicking like an anxious cat even as she insulted him. Summoning her magic wouldn't be very fun with the childish stallion. Watching him gag and spasm however did strike a nerve in her, making her almost gleeful at the thought even as her frigid facade never failed.