Each second of the night bothered her, opened up that need to escape the Basin just for a bit of time to harass and bully the lower species as she pleased. Whenever she attempted the climb through the pass, it wounded her gray hooves, their small parts sore and scraped about on the rocks, her body sore when she slipped upon the ice. In the past, she was used to the idea of lush green lands with trees that were full of life, and warm ocean breezes. When she came to the Basin, a land of snow and ice that seemed the most distant place from the brambles she caught herself in at the beginning, her first means of life were to jump into the hot springs, and bathe. Oh, what a wonderful experience it brought to the small mare's skin as she basked in it's grace. The Basin had offered her what she needed most. A family of only Unicorns, Psyche and Illynx (the only friends she seemed to have, spending much of her time at the spring), and a home. What more was there to need?
Oh yes, she was going to need to pull her weight around, which meant occasional spy missions and recruiting. Neither ever bothered her, and she learned to enjoy it, attempting to add more of her share after Psyche was kind enough to let her join the Plague. She listened to the rules, keeping quiet about it. The thought never passed her mind much, but if she overheard it in distant conversation, her small ears would prick up, attention held towards that conversation alone. That word alone was all that was needed to make her on edge with her muscles tense. What would her brother ever say about the little mare's actions towards just a simple thing?
Today, she had overheard it in a conversation, and thought about recruiting to the Basin. Releasing herself from the mountain walls of her home wasn't a bad idea, and when she finally found might in her small racist heart, got through the pass and out to the open. Her mind swelled with the landmarks that would take her to the Threshold, taught to her by her seemingly only friends when she was taken to the motherland. Fresh moonlight and twinkling lights became her lanterns there, wisking her away to a ghostly abyss. Each movement of her white body gave her a ghostly appearance, a soft tune within her throat and sealed lips. Not a thought crossed her mind as she existed in pure bliss. Soon after the last landmark, the trees took her into their motherly grace, and she went without complaint.
Here, she lacked many memories. She could remember Illynx and Psyche coming upon her, rescuing her from a patch of brambles that poked and proded her. They went about joking at her situation, setting the mood of a trio who seemed to know each for years. Even the white mare found herself laughing with them at her own pity. She could of been the first they'd seen to get locked into those brambles, but what she was to care?
A whisper slips about the night, caughting the midget mare's ears. They prick about as if she had heard that voice, only her attention wants to know who that was. Her own voice is soft and sweet, as she tries to add to the idea that the owners wasn't alone. "Hello? Where are you?" It had yet to cross her mind that it could be a lesser species making the voice. There were so many of them, and why no one had gone about mass murdering them caused her stomach to churn. The thought passes her mind, and if horses could vomit, then she would of at that moment. Again, there was a time and place for everyone. She saw herself and the Plague, the glorious Aurora Basin, living at the top of the food chain while the lesser species were conquered and beaten down into slavery. It seems sick that a mare of her high priced beauty could think that way, but the world is known to forget everything comes with a price at some point. Beauty came with the price of extreme racism. What a wonderful combination in her eyes.
Her small legs have her halted in the milky shade of an Oak, small ears twisted about listening for more sounds. The pair of red eyes scan the area, looking for signs of movement. Then, it gladly returns to her again, a bit louder. Curiousity snaps a glow stick inside her chest and head. "I'm over here, if you're wondering." Saying such could cause herself to be in some short of trouble, nothing that wouldn't faze her much. If they came looking for someone, then be patient, they would come to them, yet it seemed the little mare's job to wisk away another priceless Unicorn to perfection beyond their greatest dreams.
Now, pace is added to her equation. A steady trot sways her body, lacking much seductiveness. That wasn't needed much at this time, for her eyes caught something inside the moonlight. While she remains a ghostly form in the night, there is a shadow beneath a rather large tree, relaxing with ease and silence. Iosui spends no time looking for what would save the little creature's life: a horn. There it was, spiraled and small, black as the sky when there wasn't a moon or stars to ignite it. For Ivory, Ebony is much smaller than her. A gasp escapes her, never expecting the sight of a creature like her being smaller.
Just for once, she was the bigger one. Why, hello there self-esteem.
"Looking for someone? Might I be the one you search for?" Her words might seemed oddly frightening. When the black settles over the land, you cannot trust those even within your home. Black played a deep note of confusion and misjudged emotions when it took over, and Iosui was busy attempting to partially rescue herself from it. Ebony, lying before her, seemed preoccupied by something. Ivory turns her eyes away for a moment, following the direction of another pair of orange eyes. "Something out there? Is it bothering you? I am Iosui, by the way, yet feel free to call me Io."
Instead of remaining shy and awkward, she breaks the courage and takes slow steps closer to her new companion. A smile, soft, gentle, speaking the words of 'I promise not to hurt you,' upon them, is given away as a friendly gift. Laughing now could cause an uneasy state for the one who just came from no where, both strangers completely different but oddly the same. How strange, though I already like the idea of her,' filters about the dual red horned mare, who stands alone. There is not an uneasy weight and foggy thickness to the air, while the warmth and sweet scents of Birdsong fill it up. This was how she needed this to go at the moment.

Soft words of Angel, secretly laced with cyanide.