I watch as the stallion squeals in pain like a little filly. I wanted to insult him, but that would probably just get him angrier. I'm satisfied that I was able to get him to squeal. For a moment I can spot grimace hanging upon his face but it is quickly diminished. I frown, watching as he fixes his expression back up.

I'm looking down at the black scum bag, my wings outstretched. I twirl around to watch him rear up in an attempt to get me. I grin, diving towards him, my hooves outstretched and ready to pierce his exposed stomach. I make sure to be quick about it, keeping my head tucked into my throat. I propel myself backwards and freeze as soon as he starts yelling insults at me. I didn't even pay attention to the sky, although it's light was bright. I had grown up with fire you idiot! I snorted, tossing my elegant head. "You bastard! By the way you act I'm beginning to wonder if Delinne was running away from you!"

I can feel the rage as it consumes me, and I'm dying to turn this scum into a living torch. Let him run around screaming his head off because he's burning from the inside out. I smile cruelly, my fiery red orbs focused on him. I snorted, pawing the air as though it is the ground. I beat my large wings, letting them pull me through the air. I angle myself down, eying the stallions' face. But that's not what I was going for. I keep my eyes on his face, and acted as though I was going to attack his face. But instead I swooped down, my head tucked into my neck and my hooves outstretched. I flew straight towards his stomach, my teeth bared and neck twisted I try and aim a bite at his neck or his shoulder while I throw my hooves towards his gut. I wanted to scrape my dagger-like hooves across his side and let him bleed out. Yes, that was what I wanted to do.

I swoop around, the sun now on my back. I straighten up, my wings spread out fully. The sun beat on my back, and I cats a large shadow that blanketed the area. Let this bastard gaze upon my divinity as I float for a moment within the sky. I hover there, my wings beating ever so slightly as I face that needle headed scum bag. I wanted him to suffer. Let the Sun god come down here and punish this little fool for all that he's done. Whatever he's done that is.

He's probably murdered someone.

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ooc: Attack 2/4

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