Violet glows from the shadows of the Threshold, the only color in the darkness the trees cast for her. Sunlight may brighten the world, but shadows will always exist. Even in terms of those who walk the earth, this will always apply. Where there is innocence and kindness, there will always be cruelty and darkness. There may be a mixture of these traits within you, but it was what you did with them that mattered. Which side you strove to follow. Lakota's form seemed to have cursed her from birth, the darkness that traveled like poison up her legs. Even so the frost upon her spine was sign that even she was not purely evil, though she suspected she was on the very brink. Her siblings had been marked with the heavenly colors of snow, though only Hana could be considered innocent. She was the odd one, the princess of darkness, cursed with the blood of her grandmother. But it was a gift she now put to good use, slipping silent and unseen through the shadows cast by the ancient pines. Listeners ever ready to catch a whisper of something that was not inherently natural.

This time, sound would not alert her. Hawk eyes caught the form of a tall draft, sunlight glinting off similarly colored horns. It seemed she had been brought another playtoy. She'd never encountered one such as him, both winged and horned, but couldn't care less. She'd seen plenty of mutations, and if he thought it made him special then he was dead wrong. He was taller than her lean warrior frame, but she too was tall. He was only a hand taller, but she had her magic to fall back on. Not that she doubted her fighting abilities. Speed and agility would be pinned against brute force should they come to blows. Perhaps it was presumptuous of her, thinking these things, but she was a mercenary. A fighter. Intelligent enough to know that she should take stock long before greetings were spoken. Which should happen about...now.

Lakota melted from the shadows and stood slightly off to his side. Amethyst eyes judging him, and not afraid to show it. So she was judgmental and rather harsh in her ways. Get over it. "What is it you wish to accomplish here, stallion?" Cool voice like satin, as it would always remain. She had been a princess, well feared and therefore respected. Lakota would always speak like a devilish mix of serpent and queen. Midnight tail brushed similarly colored legs, ears halfway pinned. Showing that she was neither completely friendly nor oppositely so. Impassive, perhaps. Stoic. Observing his form with disdain, already bored of him. The blue that flared along the sides of the white and bled into the ebony flashing in the sunlight, showing off her roan colors. Bright violet orbs never breaking from his face. Though she hated to lead lost puppies to herds, there was always the chance he would be of use to the Grey. If he didn't bore her or piss her off, she would most likely help. In her own special way of course.