The grey mare was on the hunt. It had been to long since her last blood bath. Her hide quivered with the longing to feel blood coat her hooves and horns. Green and yellow eyes flashed with the burning depths of hell. Krieger would be proud of the twisted blood born daughter he had raised. She had followed in his blood soaked hoof prints. She had been born in blood, swam into existence in a tidal wave of crimson. The blue feather in her thin mane wavered in the breeze as if her father were breathing upon his prize. He had taken that feather a trophy for gouging out the ice mare's eye, and upon his horrific death his daughter had taken it for herself.

When she had been roaming Helovia the mare sought out the weak and ended them; the weak being winged horses. There was no need to take trophies for herself though, the scars over her body were enough. Now that she was back with the Basin, having no idea that they were completely different, she was ready to purge Helovia of the wicked. She would liberate this world as she had started doing in other worlds. Her thick shoulders rolled the tension from her body. Attacking strangers had taught her the best ways to come out victorious. If you were to tense, to hyped up, your thoughts were muddled which always ended in pain. Of course she had come to accept pain as a friend. Pain was something that could fade with time, or shroud your heart forever. It was a constant companion of hers, so much so that it hardly bothered her anymore.

The sound of twigs being ripped from their trees made the huntress pause. She was a wild creature ready to feast on the fallen. A wicked wild grin spread over her black lips. Silently she stalked froward eyes flashing with her intense desire for gore. She peered through the underbrush pinpointing her target. A red hued mare was laying upon the ground ready for the taking. Dual colored eyes flicked to the lady's head, she had to be sure before she pounced. She shifted back tot he wings her breath growing raspy with her vehement need to cleanse the pretty lady. Her wings were vermilion she wondered if her blood was just as scarlet.

Instead of rushing head first into the mare she smirked silently and watched. How dumb was this lady to be laying on the ground in a strange place. She wondered if this was a strange place to this abomination. Her nostrils quivered drawing in her scent; nothing familiar registered. The scents she carried were completely alien. The longer she stood there, the stronger her lust grew. She couldn't take it anymore.

With her mouth clamped shut the mare burst from the undergrowth. Her ears were pinned eyes wide and wild as her feathered legs lunged ahead of her. Her eyes were green and yellow missiles locked onto the feathery obscenities. The lady was on her left side leaving her right wing open for attack. Her mouth opened wide aiming to grab the appendage as she raced past. Successful or not she raced back into the vegetation. Fear was half the battle, if you could install fear in another you would win. As soon as she was out of sight the mare slowed and quieted her movements. She circled back as silently as her large hooves could manage. She was a patient  hunter, taking a lesson from mountain lions; attacking only when their prey was turned the wrong way. For now she would wait and watch ready to rush out when the lady was least expecting it.
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The soul that lives within my chest
Just won't allow me to turn out like the rest