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The entrails of his recent kill were still steaming when he shoved his muzzle deep into the belly of the mare, feeding with ravenous gusto upon her lifeless corpse. It had been a brutal attack, one she'd never seen coming. He'd plunged silently from the skies, the sheer momentum of his drop and the force of his lashing hooves enough to send the mare sprawling on her side. A bite to the jugular had been enough to drain the life from her body, allowing the taciturn giant to finally feed.

Amidst the cracking bone and tearing flesh, Nemesis became aware of something small and noisy coming across the horizon. He lifted his blackened muzzle for a moment, ivory teeth stained red with blood. The ragged crimson strands that made up his mane hung limply, sullied at the tips by the mess the corpse was making. He could make out the tiny form a bit better now; a young filly who seemed very much alone. A fatal error--even for a Kalona child. He could see her wings and tail from here. With a grunt, the beast wordlessly returned to his meal, planning on ignoring the child if she stayed where she was.

The dead, milky gaze of the tiny creature had not gone unnoticed by the beast; he observed her through sanguine slits, particularly noting the horn on her forehead. It made his lips curl. Was she one of those b*****d spawn--one of the Unikalona? He'd crush all the bones in her tiny neck before she even understood what was happening. Her scent drifted to him and he inhaled slowly, reluctantly satisfied when he could find no sickly-sweet traces of Unicorn within it. Hmph. A strange, unfortunate mutations, perhaps. It truly was something to pity.

Her acts of submission were well noted, though the stallion couldn't help but feel a flare of irritation. Did she hope to pacify him with her movements? Hmph. "There are none." The rasping rumble echoed deep in his throat. "You ought to run back to your mother before something much bigger comes along." It was clear to him that perhaps the filly wasn't quite right in the head. She was watching him, transfixed by the way his hide sparkled in the sun. It was true that the overall effect did take away from his ferocity--but he'd inherited it from his father, and bore it proudly.

He chewed for several moments more in silence, observing her as openly as she was watching him. That grin on her face... If that didn't suggest that the girl was unstable, nothing would. Nemesis ate until he was content, and, with a savage lash of his hooves, kicked the remnants of the corpse away. Whether or not the young filly took that as an invitation to help herself or not... well, that was up to her. He didn't give a damn, either way. In fact, if unhindered, the stallion saw no issue with taking to the skies again and vanishing... but that horn on her nose still irked him.

"Are you pure?" Came the low growl.

The savage look that had flickered across the filly's face did little to surprise him, though he did have to wonder just what sort of 'toys' she'd been after. He made a rude sound at her words and eyed her. "Better a chicken then dead. There will always be another time for vengeance if you encounter a foe you cannot handle... especially at your size." That was one of the first lessons taught to him; there was no shame in fleeing if outmatched, especially when the upperhand could be gained at a later time.

Ferocious, wasn't she? Nemesis stood impassively as she made to explain herself and didn't know if he truly believed her. It wasn't like she would truly know--her parents could have lied, say, if their parents had copulated with one of those sickly-sweet bastards. He only grunted a response to her words, his spaded tail lashing in the dust. So? To do away with her, or to let her live? In all honesty, her explaination for her strange straits, whether they were true or false, were enough for him to accept. There was no glory nor pleasure in him in killing foals--they couldn't fight back.

One heavy hoof stirred restlessly at the earth while he again flickered over her appearance, noting the blood that tipped her silvered horns and the sparkles that adorned her shoulders and flanks. "Your parents are nearby?" He questioned gruffly.