She is a beast of darkness, and she lives for the shadows. Here she lingers, resting, concocting egoistic and grandeur plans, palaces of hopes and dreams that have been pulled apart, piece by piece, until she is left with nothing but the stone-faced foundations.

Illynx. Apollo. Eris. Seele.
Did she not deserve it? Confutatis was born of Oblivion the Demon King and his royally vile lineage. A bastard girl, who suckled on the milk she stole from unwilling matrons. The entirety of her life was devoted to the darkness which circulated through her unmapped and untapped veins. Maybe she was but one of many, a lost queen who had yet to allow a stallion to fuck, but she tried- and tries-, unlike her so many half-siblings... a sneer wrinkles at her lips, a grimace of undeniable failure.

They would regret it. Conquering was inevitable; it was a part of her, hammered in deep into the sinews of her withered heart. If she had to discover another way to do it, then she would. She was the ocean, bearing down on the shore, and with the help of time, the rock and sand would give away to her, crumble beneath the mighty swell of her frothy waves.

Mongrel rubs against her, the warmth of his fur soothing to the bristling of her angry heart.
There is light in the shadows. Having been lurking in the dark for so long, at first she cowers at the brightness, withdrawing from it, eyelids squeezing shut to block out the brilliance.

Trespasser. But no. She crumples, an elegance to her willowy build, and Confutatis moves forward, creeps forward as a monster does, utterly silently and intent upon the quiet. How eerily she observes and studies, letting her good eye trace over sharp contours and the loose skin that lies against a frame that has shrunk rapidly. The girl is missing a wing, and the mare's cruel lips part, but not to deliver taunt nor jibe. There is a... melancholy sensation gathering in the cesspits of her battered chest, and it grows rapidly, consuming all other feeling.

What a poor girl, here all alone but for the cherished companionship of her partner.

"The darkness devours what will not fight it." Luminescence cast by the bird's wings obliterates her view of things and organisms outside of this pale little circle, rendering her blind and dumb to the unicorn stallion.