
Night had fallen not minutes ago as Slice came to stand on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Rainbow Hotsprings. A scowl crossed his black beak as he thought about all the happy little Songs filled with happy little mares and their happy little stallions. It made him sick. No, tonight he wasn't after happy little mares, but rather, those not in happy little Songs. Those with crimson horns, eyes, and claws that had an attitude that no one wanted to deal with. Those with manes running down to their tails, powerful magic, and a growing hatred of the society that has shunned them. Yes, he was after those mares. And, usually, those mares came out at night when all the happy little Sams were asleep.
Slice lept from the cliff, spreading his wings and taking a few good flaps to get him higher. From the ground and from above, his wings looked like a sinister face, grinning and glaring at those who dared to look. And, while it was quite fun to use this to terrify young children, that was not their purpose tonight. Tonight, it was to call out the mares he was after and draw their attention.
He glided over the hotsprings, keeping a trained eye on the ground. It shouldn't be long before he had drawn the attention of at least one of his targeted mares...