An Unfriendly Follower [ SKADI ]

After having to traipse through the filth of Epoto's Swamp, the sweet smell of vanilla was a much needed reward. Skadi was a resilient woman, yes, but she had her limits. Nevertheless, she went ahead anyways, if only for the sake of experiencing Vanilla's unique environment at least once in her lifetime. It cost the woman her cleanliness, unfortunately - her cloven hooves were caked in a stew of mud and debris and her legs, typically a pristine white-grey, were now accented with dark brown sludge. "I truly question myself sometimes." She muttered in displeasure, stopping by a rough stone and scraping a hoof along the ridge in the meantime. The mare could only imagine how much effort removing all of this mess would be needed... whenever she found a lake, that was. Until then, she would attempt to enjoy the serene atmosphere Vanilla offered.

When she took the time to truly admire Mother Nature's work (and the seemingly custom-made pathway of another unknown entity), Skadi found herself in a rather calm state of mind. Occasionally, an overhanging branch reached low enough to tickle at her cold body, almost causing the leaves to recoil in distaste for such a sensation. It was nothing like the freezing of water she so enjoyed to listen and watch, but it would do.

Eventually, the Karkadan's focus fell away from what grew around her and instead shifted to an unexpected voice. The touch of panic that laced each word had Skadi fairly interested, and when she looked further down the stretch of pathway the lay ahead of her, two figures stood out. It was an odd sight, to be quite honest. A buck chasing down a mare? "Horny little bastards." The woman smirked, quick to assume that the stags of the area were simply seeking tail - this one in particular was just a tad... confused, shall we say? Regardless, her mud-coated limbs picked up a pace quick enough to keep up with the smaller animal.

As entertaining as it was to watch a deer charging down the way after a young Kardunn, Skadi wasn't going to leave the poor girl running all night. Thus, as she approached the clueless buck from behind, the ice queen tossed her head of frozen horns between his hind legs. Needless to say, a spire of ice nestled―or shoved, to put it more accurately―right next to his most precious possessions was not anything to stop and enjoy. He had swiftly veered off the path with a shriek, be it out of shock or discomort... Skadi didn't really care all too much. She came to a stop once he could no longer be heard, at which point the young mare became the target of her attention. "He should be long gone by now, dear girl." She called to the girl, who had hopefully realized there was nothing to run from now. "I think he fancied the thought of a pretty little thing like yourself, yes?" Skadi joked with a soft smile playing at the brims of her lips. It was time to butter the darling up before she could figure the use that could be made of her, although the Karakadan had a feeling this was no headstrong amazon-type broad.