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[Fiorina]

The laughter her comment earns warms something in Fiorina's chest - as does the sound of her own name in the other mare's voice. It was pleasant and distracting - and a special sort of delight to have such an effect on someone else. But the laughter does not last, for now, and so Fio allows the sad-eyed Roz to change the subject without further comment. She wonders what happened to the speckled mare to make her feel misplaced. It was not a feeling that Fio allowed herself to dwell on, though it had tried to raise its ugly head in her mind as a youth. She was, after all, perpetually misplaced. Half horse, half monster - with just enough of a mind to have emotions and fears the way the rest of her family simply was not capable of. She knew she was a monster, a creature to be feared, and it had taken some time to get used to the look in the eyes of other horses when she approached. As if they were prey. Now, however, she had no fucks left to give. If someone thought her a mindless brute and purposefully avoided her, she felt no loss. She had grown comfortable with herself to the point of overconfidence, perhaps, but it was better than being fearful. Fiorina grins wickedly at the compliment, forgetting all else. It’s always a delight to hear someone else call her beautiful - it is a fact that she knows well enough but it being stated out loud by someone with their own delightful edge is a pleasure. “Born beautiful, but the deadly part took some practice.” She takes a step closer, mirroring the one Roz took, her black eyes still shining with that wicked smile - but though she itches to stand as close as she can to the mare - she moves instead to circle her. That tail of hers curls behind her, filling the space between them as Fiorina moves in a C around Roz. She’s careful to watch for signs of fear, and then she would stop, but if there are none that tail would caress the spotted sides of this mare with it’s duller edge - a light and practiced touch. A caress. “So. How much of a distraction are you looking for, dear Roz? We can go find my family in Pangea, if you wish, or is there something I can personally help you with?” Fio pauses close to her original position, if a little closer, still with that grin - a sharp hunter's edge to it now but she is hunting something other than flesh to fill her stomach. FIORINA

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