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The squabbling of buzzards had never ceased to grate on his nerves. Even after a hot, bloody meal, Nemesis felt his temper beginning to dangerously fray as the scavangers rushed past his forelimbs, completely ignoring his presence once they had seen that he was finished with his kill. A rumbling hough of warning barely twitched at his lips, one jewel-encrusted limb lifting itsef into the air. The vultures ignored him, greedily snapping stringy bits of flesh off of practically cleaned bones while the drone of flies only grew louder. The stallion licked at his bloodied teeth for a moment, idly picked his target, and slammed his hoof down with a pulpy crunch and an explosion of feathers.

Cowards at heart, the birds fled in a clumsy display of awkwardly flapping wings and frantic hops. Nemesis scraped what feathers still stuck to his hooves on the bloodied soil and moved past the remains, stretching his wings until they settled against his sides with a rustle. They had reminded him just how superior the Kalona race was, those vultures. They were the movers of these lands, the ones who were unafraid to take action and see things through--while the rest of the miserable population was made to clean up after them, like the worthless creatures they really were.

Snorting to himself, it was clear that the stallion had no real destination in mind. There was no need to exercise his legs, but the thought of standing silently didn't appeal to him right now. Then again, he didn't actually expect to find anyone out here to entertain him otherwise...

A mild stab of irritation that the other had managed to sneak up on him unnoticed surged through his veins, and Nemesis twisted slowly to appraise the other. Sanguine eyes flickered silently across the other's horns, wings, and tail, and the large male slowly allowed his body to relax. A Kalona. Nowhere near as worthy as his lineage, but...he could be civil, and keep what prejudices bubbling in his mind at bay. At least, until this stranger slipped up.

"It was done without malice." Nemesis rasped, the growling tone thrumming deep in his throat. "You aren't important enough to make me sacrifice my time." Though blunt, his words were not deliberately meant to antagonize the stallion. "Unless you're saying you couldn't avoid them." From the way he barely angled his head to the side, staring boldly at the other, it seemed to be some sort of challenge. To be harassed by such bottom feeders was laughable.

He found his gaze wandering again, taking in the scarf wrapped around the male's neck as well as the vivid, almost poisonous shade of green he was stained. Almost more impressive looking than his glittering body, but, like his father, Nemesis was quite proud of his appearance. With a soft snort, he shifted in place and nodded absently at the mention of his meal. "Satisfying enough, until those birds showed up. Not enough meat on them to even call them a snack..."

"You catch on fast." Nemesis remarked, eyes glinting faintly with what might have been mocking amusement. Was he serious? Probably. The other had done nothing yet to convince him that they thought the same, no matter if they were of the same race. After all, as he had been so carefully taught, there would always be failures. With a snort, the corners of his lips curling in a faint smirk, the male shook his head. "That was on purpose." He left it at that though his spaded tail twitched with his good humor. Perhaps eating had done something to improve his mood, after all...

He rumbled faintly, almost like a chuckle, to the other's words, shaking his head faintly so stringy strands of his crimson mane could flutter here and there. "Picky. And what if I have?" He sneered, licking his chops with exaggerated motions. "Nothing like something tough to chew on after a bit of fresh, tender meat...You have a better idea of food?" It'd amuse him just as much if the other starved for his 'refined' tastes. Then again, if he was a decent hunter...No. He wouldn't allow himself to assume that yet and give this newcomer any respect that he might not rightfully deserve.

He couldn't help but feel a cruel flicker of pleasure at the retaliation, a low, rumbling snort that might have been akin to a chuckle expelling itself from his nostrils. This one had guts--and with guts, came that exuberent pride that he absolutely expected one of his race to show. Whether he respected this male or not should mean very little. So long as the other continued to uphold the unwritten rules set down so firmly by true Kalona, such as his mother and father, then Nemesis could not hold a grudge.

"I don't need you to hunt for me, unless you think this is some sort of bribe..." His ears pricked forward expectantly as the sudden movement of writhing tail, and the stallion leaned forward as though to better indulge himself in the sudden violence. Blackened lips drew away so he could snap reprimandingly at the invasion of space, but his good temper would not be so easily riled after the display of skill. "Never said I ate it either..." But, by the way he tossed his head a little, it was clear that the other stallion had made his point. Not that Nemesis would admit to it, mind.

The rabbit was eyed idly, but as he'd just fed, he wasn't very interested. "Names?" He was about to snort before the male's words truly caught his attention, his monstrous features decidedly more thoughtful. "Mudblood..." He growled the word softly, as though savoring the taste. So. This one did understand what it meant to be a Kalon, pure and untouched by the filthy blood of lessers. He sneered and arched his neck even higher, tossing his head arrogantly. "Do I look anything less[/i?" He decided not to take it as an insult. He had met few outside his blood ties, and even fewer that were free of foolish sentiment and shared his ideals.

"I am Nemesis. And you who claim to carry the true heart of a Kalona...who are you?"

"Then keep your offerings to yourself." The stallion didn't quite snap, his sharp teeth bared from speaking before they were sheathed by the glittering velvet of his muzzle. Slytherin's form of a not-apology was apparently enough to sate him, and Nemesis merely grunted to show that there'd be no harm done. For now.

When the other stated he'd eat the kill instead, a low rumbling of disinterest shifted slightly in his chest. It was the mention of the unicorn that had his ears pricking some, the smoldering red of his eyes sliding across the other male's hide. "Cheated out of your meal, hm? And you didn't satisfy yourself on her blood, instead?" The stallion rasped a laugh, not at all ashamed to take amusement in the other's misfortune. Of course, it'd be a different story if it'd happened to him. "They'll be the first to fall." He spoke softly, his words more of a malicious hiss than anything. Those prancing one-horned fools...They were worse than any lesser in his mind. To think that some of his race had actually bred with such filth...

His tail snapped out without warning to express his quickly building rage, and the male didn't hesitate to slam his foreleg into the ground. One of the bones that Slytherin had oh-so delicately spat snapped with a brittle crunch underneath his hard hoof, splintering into sharpened fragments. Nostrils flared red, and Nemesis did what he could to focus on the other's words less he truly fly into a frenzy.

"So you say." He spoke slowly through a mouthful of fang, lips still curled at the very thought of those Unikalona. As if it wasn't disgraceful enough for some to breed with lessers. He grunted his acknowledgement to the other's name, then tossed his head at the slight compliment. "It is to be expected. My parents, true advocates of the Kalona race, would not let any of their children carry a title that was not worthy. And what of your lineage?" This was a conversation he could focus on. The agitated bunching of muscle underneath his shimmering skin soon eased as the thoughts of unicorn and their unworthy spawn were chased from his mind.

There was a rough, grating sound from somewhere within the stallion's chest--apparently laughter again. Sharing, yes...because they both seemed so likely to do so.

"Then we are different." He spoke slowly, not oblivious to the other's hate, but unable to fully comprehend its depth. "Nothing better than to feel her skin break open under the blows of your teeth...Her blood may be too sickly sweet to enjoy, but I would be satisfied with the knowledge that she would never walk again." Nemesis shook his head, scratching at the ground with a hardened hoof before he quieted. It was true that he had never encountered a unicorn on its own, but he savored the thought of such an encounter. They wouldn't walk away unscathed, even if they somehow managed to slip away from his hateful fangs.

He scoffed faintly at the compliment, but did not deny that it pleased him to hear his parents praised as such. Arching his neck, stringy strands of crimson pressed against the glittering darknes of his hide, the taciturn beast listened with budding interest to the other. "As it should be. Half-bloods, cursed hybrids to our race...They do not deserve to bear the blood of the Kalona in their veins." His teeth snapped for emphasis before his lips drew back in a sneer. "...And there are those, full-blooded, that are just as unworthy."

Blackened wings rustled themselves quietly for a moment before they stretched, ebony spines mere splashes against the glittering crimson membranes. They withdrew, nestling again against his darkened hide while the stallion indulged himself in the other's frustration. "Knows how to avoid you, does she?" He almost grinned, instead tossing his head and staring thoughtfully at the bloodied smear where the rabbit had been impaled. "Makes for an interesting hunt."

Slytherin's words forced a point to surface that perhaps he'd never quite considered in full detail before. No matter how much the lessers furthered their lines, they would always carry with them a mark of shame that stained what it truly meant to be a Kalona. It was sickening, really. "Better to exterminate them all instead of letting such filth filter itself and spread..." Came a low, rumbling snarl of thought. It seemed that, though they had their own words for such a disgrace, their minds reacted in similar ways to such abominations. That was as it should be...

"Some." Nemesis picked up on the other's surprised outrage, finding himself slowly lulled into his own state of discontent by it. "Then they have the audacity to still call themselves pure, untouched, untainted..." His tail cracked like a whip without warning, powerful shoulders bunching with fury as he growled.

"They cannot be allowed to walk these lands so freely." He stated savagely with a stomp of a hoof. "That is why I will crush those who sully our race." It was, quite honestly, the only way he could think of spreading and preserving the teachings bestowed upon him by his family. He was not particularly skilled in the ways of manipulation for all his intelligence, but he carried with him a raw power that let him surge through most, if any obstacles in his path.