The sound of a demanding voice came from behind Note; he was slightly startled, but didn't show it. He turned to face the horse who confronted him slowly and calmly. The new stallion was a unicorn much taller than himself with a pristine white coat. Note sighed as he looked at the new unicorn who faced him. He'd had enough of demanding horses, and this one was just another to put up with.

"I could ask the same of you," Note spoke slyly, "Anyways, my name is Note. I came here for a bit of peace, but that isn't going to be the case, huh?" he finished with a friendly grin as he ruffled his large wings, turning the left side of his body to face the unicorn. He tried not to act too suspicious while he carried out the act, but it wasn't a simple task.

The scar the stallion had left on Note was both physical and mental, for where he came from, you were considered weak if you had any imperfections on your body. Once the horses there figured out his horrific deed and imperfection, they drove him off. It was a wound Note had left untouched since then, but sometimes, even he couldn't help but revisit the memories he hated so much.

"I am Tribute," said the white unicorn, his tone growing colder by the second, "Peace.You get it depending how you ask for it." Tribute's words rang in Note's head as he realized just how true the statement was. It was a scary fact that started to taunt Note. His sharp green eyes flicked to the ground in thought, then went up again to Tribute's.

"Do you come from the Throat?" Tribute continued after a brief moment of silence as he shifted his weight. Note nodded slowly, then said, "I do. And you, Tribute? I believe you to be an outcast, but I could be wrong." His words weren't kind, nor were they hostile. They were simply words.

The unicorn seemed like an outcast, for he smelled of different lands, like the normal outcast does. But he knew of horses in his own herd who smelled not of the hot sand he was used to, but of the beach, the meadow, the steppe, and the forest all at once, causing a blend of scent that you could mistake for outcast. But they were Throat horses, they just spent less time there.

[OOC: haha, it's fine! It's a miracle I was able to write this much ;-;]

"Yes, you guessed right I am a outcast," Tribute said, almost invisible among the white snow that surrounded him. He pawed the ground, and tossed up his head. Note wasn't sure if the unicorn was simply anxious, or there was something more to his actions.

"The Throat,what is it like? The leaders and everything?" Tribute asked in a curious tone. Note's sharp green eyes filled with suspicion as he studied the unicorn further. He wasn't going to convey any of the Throat's secrets, for that would be treason. "The leaders are well-organized, kind, and put the herd first," Note said as vague as possible.

He didn't say anything about the herd's real leader trouble. He spoke nothing of Leander, or of Kri's challenge that she had won. He would keep quiet, and still all while keeping up his icy cold demeanor.

"You gonna tell me the truth then?" finished Tribute, starting to circle around Note in a menacing way. Note thought for a moment, staring straight ahead, almost completely ignoring Tribute's movements. He wasn't scared of him, and wasn't at all afraid to fight the unicorn. The fact that Note hadn't fought in years still hung in his mind, but he served it as a lesser factor.

"Why, of course! Excuse me, we only have one, amazing, leader," Note laughed, with a wink in Tribute's direction, "no herd can truly be that perfect, not even with one leader."

It was close enough to the truth, after all, Leander had left them, and Kri had fought valiantly for the herd against Svetlana. She had shown her love for the herd, proving the true worth of her feelings for them. And for that, Note would stand behind her, no matter her short temper. Everyone had flaws, but that didn't make someone a truly bad person.

Why was this stallion halting? Note knew not the answer, but started to compact his body, tucking his neck, and keeping his wings close. He didn't trust Tribute at all. The way he glared at him with such heartless eyes infuriated the dusty pegasus, but didn't let his feelings mix with his actions.

"Leader or leader's' Note? Make up your mind." Tribute spoke, sounding to him like a snake. Note hated snakes.

Nothing followed the words but silence, as Note gazed back at his newfound enemy. Words would be no use at the moment, so he kept his mouth locked tight. Tribute took him by surprise, lunging at his throat. He tucked it further, but not quick enough. The unicorn was able to nip at his nape, drawing blood from the small gash as tiny droplets started to fall from his wound, dots appearing on the snow in red.

Note locked his forelegs with Tribute's, rearing them up, then ramming his head into his chest, attempting to knock him away, possibly stun him.

"Tribute. You ask for a fight, and a fight you shall have," Note spoke, making sure he accented the 'Tribute', his voice icy, matching his clear green eyes as they started to turn a dark, dark emerald.