The little thing left home in the mountains without much word, mind settling upon the idea of going out away from the Basin to find others worthy of their need. Time after time she tried to remember the path to and from the Threshold, each and every landmark shown with great enthuasism. In the end, it paid off, taking her to the place where she had met Psyche and Illynx, having joined the Basin and the Plague with ease. They saw her importance, the pride she took with her horns and how she held them up as her crown that was adorned with priceless jewels. It had been sometime since she had seen the pair of dark mares, believing they went off with their business as usual. For the white mare, her time was spent relaxing at home in the snow, either bathing in the springs or sleeping in a cave she had discovered. Today, she intented to make herself useful, and as the trees engulfed her in a welcoming essence, it is the sound of a female voice that catches her attention.
Each word breaks the silence with a partially welcoming and unwelcoming sound. From voice, there was never the ability to tell who was who, and if she came across the wrong kind, it was hell on earth for those that were found by her. Motion catches her eyes, the pair of red lanterns locking upon the movement. The winds are still cold with the odd feeling of Frostfall, having not yet released the feeling of snow and ice from Birdsong. It's fingers lack the ability to make her cringe and shudder as they run along her spine; instead, she stands tall and proud, horned head held high. Placed on top of her lips, is a smirk. A horn is mounted on the head of the mare that just walked past her, singing a tune through the dark.
Today, they narrowly escaped death and hatred from a proud member of the Plague.
"Oh Honey Boo....... Honey Dear, where are you going tonight? Doesn't the darkness bother you like it does myself? Please, come over here by the tree, it is safer for conversation."
Her meeting with Psyche left her with the unnatural taste of calling someone something like 'Honey Boo' whenever she happen to come across them. She shakes her small head, attempts taken at removing that strange feeling from her mouth. What gait that is planted upon her pristine white legs is a trot, a certain bounce in her step as she attempts to catch up to the mare. When she comes beside her new founded companion, the smirk slips into a smile, overjoyed with the sight she has before her.
Nothing could of blessed that blue mare more than her horn, except for the fact that she was barely any bigger than Iosui. The pair shared almost a common height, bringing an almost comical sight to the eyes of anyone who was as large as some. For Iosui, small size came almost everywhere, even upon her horns. Her blessed horns were short, no more than six inches tall and red like her eyes. Locks of white curls could cover them up at times, where they would easily be brought back to sight with the flick of her finely built head. She had always seen herself as a good example of her species when she stared into the mirrors of water. Yet for her companion, that one seemed awkward, their coat blue and their mane red. Iosui blinked in confusion as her stomach churned a bit, remembering there was occasionally those not as beautiful as herself that shared a species with her.
"Now, please say, what's your name? I'm Iosui, Phantom of the glorious Aurora Basin, a place completely free of any lesser species where Unicorns reign supreme, as should be done naturally. I hope you don't have too much intentions as of getting yourself tangled up in the disgusting muck of those damned maggots.
Maybe it was the night and darkness that made her want to make this girl know she was racist, that the idea of being near them made her sick. No one as great as herself needed to be so close to any of them. The natural order of life was tainted when the creation of those winged and the base product began, and broke the perfect cycle.

Soft words of Angel, secretly laced with cyanide.

The little thing left home in the mountains without much word, mind settling upon the idea of going out away from the Basin to find others worthy of their need. Time after time she tried to remember the path to and from the Threshold, each and every landmark shown with great enthuasism. In the end, it paid off, taking her to the place where she had met Psyche and Illynx, having joined the Basin and the Plague with ease. They saw her importance, the pride she took with her horns and how she held them up as her crown that was adorned with priceless jewels. It had been sometime since she had seen the pair of dark mares, believing they went off with their business as usual. For the white mare, her time was spent relaxing at home in the snow, either bathing in the springs or sleeping in a cave she had discovered. Today, she intented to make herself useful, and as the trees engulfed her in a welcoming essence, it is the sound of a female voice that catches her attention.
Each word breaks the silence with a partially welcoming and unwelcoming sound. From voice, there was never the ability to tell who was who, and if she came across the wrong kind, it was hell on earth for those that were found by her. Motion catches her eyes, the pair of red lanterns locking upon the movement. The winds are still cold with the odd feeling of Frostfall, having not yet released the feeling of snow and ice from Birdsong. It's fingers lack the ability to make her cringe and shudder as they run along her spine; instead, she stands tall and proud, horned head held high. Placed on top of her lips, is a smirk. A horn is mounted on the head of the mare that just walked past her, singing a tune through the dark.
Today, they narrowly escaped death and hatred from a proud member of the Plague.
"Oh Honey Boo....... Honey Dear, where are you going tonight? Doesn't the darkness bother you like it does myself? Please, come over here by the tree, it is safer for conversation."
Her meeting with Psyche left her with the unnatural taste of calling someone something like 'Honey Boo' whenever she happen to come across them. She shakes her small head, attempts taken at removing that strange feeling from her mouth. What gait that is planted upon her pristine white legs is a trot, a certain bounce in her step as she attempts to catch up to the mare. When she comes beside her new founded companion, the smirk slips into a smile, overjoyed with the sight she has before her.
Nothing could of blessed that blue mare more than her horn, except for the fact that she was barely any bigger than Iosui. The pair shared almost a common height, bringing an almost comical sight to the eyes of anyone who was as large as some. For Iosui, small size came almost everywhere, even upon her horns. Her blessed horns were short, no more than six inches tall and red like her eyes. Locks of white curls could cover them up at times, where they would easily be brought back to sight with the flick of her finely built head. She had always seen herself as a good example of her species when she stared into the mirrors of water. Yet for her companion, that one seemed awkward, their coat blue and their mane red. Iosui blinked in confusion as her stomach churned a bit, remembering there was occasionally those not as beautiful as herself that shared a species with her.
"Now, please say, what's your name? I'm Iosui, Phantom of the glorious Aurora Basin, a place completely free of any lesser species where Unicorns reign supreme, as should be done naturally. I hope you don't have too much intentions as of getting yourself tangled up in the disgusting muck of those damned maggots.
Maybe it was the night and darkness that made her want to make this girl know she was racist, that the idea of being near them made her sick. No one as great as herself needed to be so close to any of them. The natural order of life was tainted when the creation of those winged and the base product began, and broke the perfect cycle.

Soft words of Angel, secretly laced with cyanide.