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Morrigan felt gracious enough to leave his place in the mountains and mingle in the grassy meadows below. Dusk was the best time to go, it matched with his black coat perfectly and when the moon rose it accented every primed and perfect feather nicely. A good time to mingle indeed.

As always he was escorted by an entourage of ravens whom settled on his folded wings when he was standing still.

Morrigan approached the meadow on foot after landing in the forest. It was a special treat to be among the trees, at least his crows had mentioned it to him before. They deserved rewards now and than for their behavior. As he exited the thick canopy of trees and entered the vast open skies he drew a deep breath. Ah, such a lovely sunset this was! None in comparison to his own being, but one to be admired. Sadly it looked as if he would not be alone in the meadow.

He held his head high and proud in case she would take notice of him. Though he would gladly disregard her presence, he would be sure to keep up his image....

Morrigan purposely ignored the other strange horse as he walked though the meadow. His head remained lifted higher than anything else in the area to prove his superiority. Even his walked begged to prove he was far superior to anything that walked the earth, the way he carried himself was elegant as one would expect a bird to fly.

The bow caught his eye and he glanced down at the strange horse with an upturned lip.

"Ugh..." He huffed, his upper lip curled slightly.

Everything about this mare was off. Her coat was too bright, her wings were far beyond strange and in no way elegant like his own, and her mane was a mess. Nothing he would associate with being a fine mare. Fine mares needed to be slick, they needed to be black like him. Black was beautiful.

Without a second thought, or a second glance, Morrigan tossed his head and looked forward as he continued to walk. All the crows on his wings glared judgmentally down at the mare.

Morrigan paused in mid-step and glared down his nose at this impudent little shrub. His nostrils flared as he released a snort. The ravens begun to chatter and fidget around before a shutter from his wings silenced them.

"What to cover first? Let's see... my problem would be the obnoxious abomination before be. It doesn't seem to know its place in the world. And really, I would be insulted to have been refereed to as 'rude' but I can hardly compare anything you have to say to a speck of dust. So count yourself lucky in those regards."

And with those words still lingering in the air he adjusted his course and continued around the mare without a second glance. The ravens all perched on his wings turned and craned their necks as they continued to glare at the mare quite judgmentally. Their red eyes shining with a strange sense of amusement.

Morrigan did not follow the mare as she flew off. He simply snorted than begun to laugh so hard his sides hurt. Only low lives made such generalizations. He had never once meet such a prejudice creature. Not once did he disclose any information about his personal life to the mare, how could she know he -had- friends or that he preferred other Angeni and beautiful winged creatures to such a disgusting piece of work. Though, he most certainly did prefer his, any for that matter, birds to that being.

He turned his head so he could see his chattering ravens.

"You see my little darlings? You see what the disintegration of good genes does to a great breed?" He tossed his mane with another burst of laughter.

The event and the mare's incomprehensible speech pattern, was completely removed from the foreground of his mind and he continued his walk content once again.