Give them hell; Aten

[Davina]

She wasn't a danger to society, yet.

Thankfully equine was off the dinner menu, yet she had always wondered what it tasted like. Perhaps the meat was tender, and sweet, or perhaps they all simply tasted like chicken. It wouldn't surprise her they all acted like fools within her presence, the stench of fear wafting within the air followed by a fight or flight alertness, so prey like, so pathetic. She used to think of her species as noble, the king of kings but now when she watches them so child like as they peer at her with an insatiable curiosity, to afraid to question her habits. As if their just asking for her to feast upon them. 

But she can't.

Perhaps it was one fo the few morales that had stuck with her through childhood, perhaps the only thing that her adoptive mother did her well. It was almost like a small voice within her head whispering the softest of sentiments, "No D, horses are friends not food." She couldn't quite shake then voice in her head perhaps it was what was left of conscience all fo these years?

Her vibrant gaze flickers from face to face, all horrified by her behavior, something so natural as sating her hunger. They do it every day, but perhaps through a more orthodox method, plants. She hated them, as child she had always found the task of grass, leaves, and even flowers to be SOOOO BLAND. Why would one devote their lives to eating a singular food category? Surely there were more enticing options all of which she tried and of course one she lived by: meat.

Her eyes swivel from horse to horse until she focuses on an usual fellow. It wasn't particularly anything special about him, but his expression was still and perhaps concerned and mildly curious. She had never seen concern within the eyes of one who observed her, and she watched him for a moment or two, as she licked the sweet crimson riches from her lips. Iridescent spindles guided her towards him, her fairy like wings left aloof from either side.

she inspects him for a moment or two, he was strong, his body rippling with muscle. His body adorned in a softened gold, so simple yet valiant. She watches him for a moment or two violet eyes circling over eery patch of skin, as a wicked smile formed on her pale lips. "Who are you?" Her words are airy and sweet as she expels them with such simplicity. "Why aren't you afraid?" She adds, through canine teeth.

my heart is a weapon of war

Davina

@[Aten]