Becoming Prey

Ahlora was startled to say the least. The horse that approached her appeared to have come from nowhere, but it was likely she just didn't notice him while she was focused on her new form. The wings she had yelled about were now twitching awkwardly, trying to settle in a somewhat comfortable place. The weight seemed impossible for the newly changed mare.

She listened with growing dislike for the male in front of her, at one point even trying to snarl. Her vocal cords did not agree, and she ended up with a squeaky snort of some kind. She would have been embarrassed had the male not continued to joke about her plight.

"Do you expect anyone to come through... Whatever that is and not cause a commotion of some kind? Mind you I'd be fine should anything come after me! I've got the claws to... Oh. Never mind that now! But... What's this Colonel you speak of?" Ahlora tried playing nice instead of outright trying to trample the dark stallion. Maybe he could help her get back after all. In her attempts to avoid a biting tone, never mind the fact that she was still confused as to why she was a winged horse thing, she lost all the smoothness she used to have.

She decided to ignore his wandering eyes, fixing him with an irritated look. Not that she minded being admired, hell she loved it, but she wasn't used to this new body and not confident in it yet. Not that I mind being taller than him... He seems so unfazed. I'll defiantly have to do something about that look on his face though!