Having left yet another battle with nothing more to show for it other than a few minor burns it was easy to say the black hybrid was anything but pleased. It was always those special ones that took all the glory while everyone else was ignored or shoved out of the way. All of those brats that had been spawned by the gods themselves always prevailed while the rest of them suffered. It was infuriating and downright biased that's what it was! How did anyone expect to get ahead in the world when it was always them getting everything just because daddy was some supergod, favoritism at its finest. For anyone who believed it to just be luck they needed to get their head out of their ass and see what was actually happening. Touching down with a soft thump the girl took a minute to gaze around at this place she had called home for quite a few seasons so far. While the climate was not particularly pleasant for most of the population there were those odd ones that actually enjoyed living all the way up here in the middle of nowhere. To her it was the one place that she could escape the many numbskulls that paraded around the rest of the lands boring the rest of them nearly to death. The purest idiots that could ever live if you asked her.

Still mumbling to herself inaudibly about how corrupted the world was the mare tucked her feathers down to her sides and stalked on. A lash or two of her tail showed the girl's frustration while inside many ingenious plans cooked away just waiting to be carried out. Murdering them would not solve the problem as it would only make the God's turn on her when they discovered her to be the culprit, too bad the Moon Goddess had stopped murdering people at random for it could really be useful in such a situation. Messing with the all and mighty Gods was likely not the smartest idea but she had seen too much of their crap to believe in miracles anymore. You either needed to stand up and fight or give up and go crawl back under your rock.  

By the time her feet stopped moving the hybrid found herself at the springs so she figured the hot water was too good to pass up. Ever since the battle had ended she had noticed the beginnings of what she assumed was a headache from the stress and exertion needed to fight. As the day had progressed the pain which would normally go away had begun to only intensify further to the point where any light seemed to be a hundred times too bright. Lowering her head to press her head against her leg as an attempt to relieve the pain only brought forth another more terrifying discovery as blood spilled down her cheeks creating streaks upon the stones. Each crimson droplet that fell before her left a sickening feeling in her gut, what in the hell had happened to her?  

“Just because it looks like a leprechaun and talks like a leprechaun, it doesn't mean it can't act like the little fucking demon it is.”