Sybil was sprawled in the grass beneath a massive oak glaring intently at a jackdaw that was vigilantly perched upon a nearby rock. Her leonine tail smacked at the insects that harassed her and pounded the earth relentlessly, though she was barely conscious of this action. Mutely she pondered her previous interactions with the jaguar in the Threshold and grinned wondering where the cat had gone off too after her departure. Or for that matter what had become of the stallion she’d left the beast with. The grisly images that danced in her mind allowed for a childish giggle to be emitted from her maw. Though that was soon stifled when the realization that she’d possibly missed a damn good show hit her. Snorting she let her audits fall back against her skull as her thoughts returned to the present and she once again observed the plumed vermin. After quite a few minutes of silence and building irritation at how little attention the bird was paying to her Sybil began to hiss.

“Psssst….pssssssssssssst!”

Gradually her tone grew louder until the fowl finally tilted its crania and watched her reluctantly. Keeping a very stern facial expression Sybil stared back at it gruffly.

“What the hell are you looking at?”

Accusation coated her words as Sybil snarled at the jackdaw. Quickly the bird turned the other way and took flight eager to get away from the putrid figure in the shadows. Once the miniscule creature was gone a smile twisted Sybil’s ugly mug and she abruptly erupted into a fit of laughter. Rolling over, Sybil drew her slender appendages underneath her filthy mold hued cadaver and heaved herself from the soil still very much in hysterics as she tried to gain balance. However her mirth was cut short when the scent of blood glided its way into her nares. Hastily she quieted herself and stared around with serpentine chasms searching for either the gnarled corpse or the predator, but she found neither. It was voices that caught her interest instead, a male and a females yet she couldn’t quite make out their words. When the sky began to obscure Sybil became even more curious as she looked at the firmament with suspicion and intrigue for this was no act of nature but another malicious force.

Whirling around Sybil saw in the distance two horses conversing beneath a tree, one obviously a unicorn and the other seemed to be your standard equine. Sybil resembled neither, though many classified her as an equine and supposedly she was, for she was the owner of a long leonine extension but lacked the decoration of a horn to complete the ensemble. Yet with her absence of a mane and her icy reptilian pools she had an almost snake like appearance which was why, in her homeland, it was believed she was not of equine heritage at all but that her equine dam, Mary, had fornicated with the Ladon, the serpent God, making her an abomination and bring on her banishment along with her mother. Then dear Mary took it upon herself to abandon the atrocious child as well, but who could really blame her? Definitely not Sybil, however that could be because she seriously couldn’t give a fuck.

Dropping her dome Sybil began to slink towards the pair, her tassel flicking like a hunting feline’s as she eyed them ravenously. It was only the tail end of their dialog that she was able to hear but the dread in the male’s voice was pleasing to Sybil causing the grin to propagate once more. Softly Sybil began to chuckle and as she drew closer her snickers grew more raucous, her laugh akin to that of a maniacal hyena, until she was in their midst, her demonic pools darting from the brute to the wretch that stood before him. Sybil’s gaze fell instantly on the mare’s claret stained jaws then down to her gore covered limbs. Reverting back to the wench’s face Sybil locked eyes with her, a feeling welling up in her stomach that she’d never felt before. Who was this homicidal beauty? Sybil was keen to find out but decided to put that endeavor on the back burner for the time being and join the festivities at hand. Glancing for but a second at the cougar Sybil slid into the gap between the two keeping her head low as her lanterns fell back on the craven stallion.

“Scared boy?”

Her tenor was eerie as another vociferous crash of thunder echoed through the meadow. Moving to stand nearer to the brindled jezebel Sybil licked her lips before letting her kissers’ part to release her unnerving voice into the air again.

“Sybil thinks the stallion is all bark and no bite!”

At the last word Sybil lunged forward, taking a snap at the behemoth before quickly pulling back and resorting to her cackles. Sybil’s fanged incisors revealed themselves at last, each one as sharp and long as the next and ready to rip flesh. Oh this poor stallion, what on earth had he gotten himself into?

{ ooc: Sorry that took so long }