[open] (any) thing could happen

[Fiorina]

At what point was Fiorina was supposed to feel as though she got the whole “blindness” thing figured out? She was too proud, too angry, to just give up entirely so she continued fumbling along hoping that eventually she would feel at least some sliver at peace with this horrid turn of events. Most of what kept her going was the idea of being able to fly on great, black-feathered wings once this was all over. It was a good thing she could survive off vegetation and she wasn’t completely carnivorous like other members of her family. Small blessings. But just because she could survive off grass didn’t mean her stomach didn’t hunger for something with flesh. Which was a growing pain that had been gnawing at her for the last few days. So now she stood quietly in the Forest, useless eyes closed as though she were sleeping - though mediating would be more accurate. This was not her first attempt at hunting blind. She had failed already, more times than she cared to admit, but was ready to try again. Night was approaching, she was pretty sure - the sounds of the forest shifting to nocturnal and the air was a little cooler on what parts of her skin showed underneath the armour. Fiorina is waiting for the sound of any animals to come closer to her, but none do. They give her a suspiciously wide berth, flinching away from where she stands in the shadows. Little does she know it’s because, somehow, someway, she is now crowned with two horns of fire that curve upwards from behind her ears - loudly pronouncing her presence in the growing darkness.