[open] (any) thing could happen

[Fiorina]

Regrettably, the prey that approaches Fiorina isn’t the sort she’s ever tried to eat. She’s got a little too much of her father’s horse-ness to her brain and not enough of the monster to ever consider eating her own kind. This is regrettable for two reasons. One, because she is hungry for flesh and would have preferred a meal over conversation. Two, because the murmured observation about flaming horns is the most ridiculous thing Fiorina has ever heard and this mare should be eaten for her crimes. Fiorina’s ears flick backwards before she tilts her head around her, as though checking to see if they were alone but she can’t hear anyone else nearby. Fiorina stands there, haloed in flame and with cold anger in her useless eyes, and thinks that she’s pretty sure she would notice if she was on fire. So she turns her attention back to where the voice came from - those dark eyes narrowing and unfocused as she bites out a response. “Are you fucking blin--” Oh that’s right Fiorina, you’re the one who is blind.  “Are you stupid? I don’t have flaming horns.” Did it sound like a cool thing to have? Absolutely. But she was not currently in the mind to entertain that fact. Her prehensile, knife-tipped tail flicks behind her like an agitated cat as she answers the question posed - wondering when it became common practice to ask a complete stranger why she was where she was. Why did it matter? “I came here for a meal.” And she grins without any joy, showing off her gleaming canines. Not as impressive as the rows of fangs of her mother and grandmother, sure, but enough to make the vague threat. “But the bunnies and little fawns here are spooked too easily. Probably have your stomping hooves to thank for that.”

@[Oceane]