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It was a dark night, she could barely see the moon peeking out behind some clouds, that drifted lazilly past the bright white orb. But the darkness didn't bother the demonic mare, her two-toned black eyes were well suited for the dark. She didn't sense the mall nearby, but the short burst of the scent of blood caught her attention for only a second, but she had already decided on a course ... no need to turn back now.

Maman stretched her wings high over her back and leaned forward arching her back and stretching her back out aswell trying to loosen up tense muscles. She was about to take off into flight. Smokey flames lashed angrily about her hocks and burned the ground under her hooves, and the spines gracing her back gleamed sharp and deadlly in the moonlight.

She tossed back her long orange mane and picked up a brisk trot that quickly sped into a slow lope. Her hooves drumming hard on the frozen ground, she grunted that would only draw attention but she would be in the air before anyone could get close..

Her wings stretching ut to either side she prepared for the pump that would launch her into flight.

Maman had launched into the air, but sharp ears heard the ruslting. Banking to the side she started to circle the area, her bright orange coat and mane standing out agaisnt the blackness of the night. She circled a few more times, she huffed. She could smell him, but she couldn't see him his coat blending in too well with the darkness and the moonlight for even her sharp eyes to see.

Letting out a feral growl she flapped and lande donce more with a thump. "Who the f**ing hell is there?!" She stretched out her wings again, spike adorned tail lashing back and forth.

Maman eyed the demon as he fianlly showed himself and snorted again tossing her mane. "Ofcourse I'm good, I'm the daughter of one of the Apocolypse horses." She tossed her head proudly, tail whipping back and forth. "What doe sit matter if the meat bags know of you? so destroy them, make them fear the thought of your wrath coming don upon them." She popped her tail like a bull whip.

She straightened up, arching her body into a proud stance [bSeraphial Angelium, the mare of Conquest. My father is a very proud demon stallion" Her tail curled back and forth as she studied him more "Who ever said you oculdn't play with your food? That's the best part ... hearing them wail, scream, cry ... just -feeling- their fear." Maman trailed off before she shivered and grinned in sadistic delight.

She listened silently to him "my mother -looks- like a normal mare .. but gods help any that think she is normal." She snickered and flicked her wings. "Tis a shame about your mother .. but truly she must have had some weakness to allow herself to be killed by a lesser being." She flicked her tail and shook her head slightly.

"Love?" her wings twitched momentarily "I've never heard of a demon being able to feel .. much less go hunting for such an emotion." She raised an eyebrow above her cold black eyes. Odd for a demon to teach her son such a thing. "No, it's never wise to underestimate any of them."

She flicked her ears "I see, that can quiet often be a sad life ... but at the same time one shouldn't worry to much about what another thinks." She tossed her mane, she quiet normally could have cared less what another thought about her. She knew whom she was and she was proud of her heritage.