Watching from the shadows it takes a long while for anything to happen as only more people flood here like cattle to a watering hole. Pathetic really but who was she to say considering she was among those who had showed up. Many seemed to address the Sun God but to what result it is still unclear for nothing has happened since the misfits showed up out of the blue. Where they now taking in the strays that other lands discarded? Great that meant another flood of morons for her to sift though and discover if any of them actually had a brain or if the corruption that their God talked about had turned it to mush long before they got here. Many draw her mild amusement as random blubbering and other interesting effects seem to accompany the sniffling and sneezing black crud everywhere. Actually come to think about it there are very few here that do not have whatever illness seems to be going around. Gazing around she begins to notice a trend between the sick and the healthy, why is it that none of the newbies were getting symptoms? Did they bring this here along with their people? If she was correct this was just turning into a big shit show that kept giving her new reasons not to like any of the strangers. First the boils now this? Somehow she doubted that she wanted to know what would be next, fugly tumors growing everywhere? This would be one rare time that she seriously hoped that she was wrong about something. 

A stallion from the portal drew her attention as he began wandering around staring at everyone calling out for god only knows who. Snickering quietly with mild humor as the expression on his face changes from confusion to what appeared to be borderline anger directed towards the Sun God. She can only hope that he completely loses it and tries to attack their God, that would be absolutely hilarious considering the potential. Either he gets his ass fried by the God himself or it turns into an all out brawl as the rest of the loyal worshipers turn their sights on him. She would be all game for that should it actually happen. The outcome of such would either leave him as a pile of ash or a pile of crumbled bones, either would be a satisfying outcome at least in her opinion. The next to catch her attention is a lone mare or pony considering her small size that comes tearing up to the God begging for him to not allow any bloodshed. Really that's what you are going to complain about? If there was blood, there was blood big deal. Accept the fact and move on to a bigger problem this world was not perfect and it sure wasn't a hippie congregation to protest peaceful interactions. That would just take the fun out of everything, boring. 
 

“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.”