[open] Give them hell; Any

[Davina]

Her life had been fractured into millions of minuscule fragments, a chaotic masterpiece. She lacked rhyme or reason and perhaps this lead the carnivorous creature to live within the nomadic confines of the common lands. Her life a never ending chain of reactions, as she meandered from place to place staying for no longer than she pleased. She had grown to become a creature of chaos despite her rather innocent and one would even say sheltered upbringing. The little girl she was merely a couple years ago was long gone, and from the ashes rose a completely different species.

The floral equine finds herself in the meadow this evening, plagued with a hunger that can't be sated so easily. Her iridescent spindle like legs guide her through the alabaster dusted meadow, vibrant gaze fixating upon the few she passes by as she saunters towards a nearby creek, long frozen over by winds of winter. Indecisive she hauls a singular hoof over the ice, slamming downwards leaving little to no damage upon the cold surface. She slams down again and again, paying no mind to the mere passer bye who may question her methods. It wasn't long until she had smashed through the surface after several valiant attempts, she had created a sizable hole, revealing the fruits of her labor. Beneath surface, several schools of trout had sought out refuge from the cold within a riverbed. Soon, her hunger would be satisfied.

She took a deep breath before diving her muzzle beneath the surface into the frigid water. Her fangs agape awaiting to snatch up her unsuspecting prey, she waited a moment or two jaw unhinged awaiting to snap. Her ebony lobes pinned against her cranium as she felt the ever so slightest hint of movement, her jaw quickly clamped down, she lifted her crown quickly gasping for breath. Frost beginning to collect upon her velvet lips in which she held her prize within the clutches of her ivory fangs.

The sweet riches of blood seeping down her throat, as she relates her jaw dropping her prize upon an icey blanket of snow for a moment or two, allowing herself to cleanse her ivory fangs of blood. Her vibrant gaze flickering about, surveying her surroundings, as she snatched up the fish within her jaw awaiting to devour the fruit of her labor. 

my heart is a weapon of war

Davina

She's kind of an oddball but she needs friends, enemies, lovers, etc......