[open] rotten peaches on the breath of the Colossus.

[Fiorina]

She might have passed him by, if it weren’t for the horns. Or the wings. Or the scales. Or those multicoloured feet… Alright. There was very little chance she was going to pass him by. Like calls to like, after all, and she knows a fellow monster when she sees one. Armoured plates cover her body instead of scales, and she finds herself rather jealous of his talons (though she would have ordered them in a different colour). For a moment, she simply observes him from far away. Impulses are hard for her to deny, however, and she is moving forward without any more consideration on the subject. A low, clicking noise - decidedly not-equine - serves as her initial greeting. She’s not completely sure but it seems very likely that this strange creature won’t be able to see her and, at the moment, she does not wish to startle him. Part of her wants to, though, and she has to actively suppress the hunter’s urge. There are some less sinister urges, however, she might give into. A few small tests. She will have to get closer for those, but she pauses a few lengths away to start. She’s not looking to fight, not yet, and at the moment she is untested against someone with wings like that. Her head tilts to the side, dark eyes bright with an intelligence not common in her close family, as she regards him. “What’s it like to fly?”

@[ghaul]