Becoming Prey

Why the fuck was he back here again? Oh right. Boredom. At least when it came to the Portal the stallion could enjoy the show of watching newcomers become consumed with the Rift's greedy powers. Whether it was a simple tweak of magic or an entire overhaul of their physical being, it always was a treat to see the anguish cross across the face of the naïve and weary. He was a sadistic bastard like that. Walking with an overconfident jaunt he weaved between the vegetation with ease, having known the Rift like the back of his hoof his entire life. It certainly wasn't great here, it was absolutely hell; but he was a survivor and he could come through anything that might get in his way. So when he heard the scream he wasn't entirely fazed; another victim of the Rift had made themselves known to anyone and anything that lurked within its dangerous depths. If that was how they reacted to any potentially dangerous situation, they certainly wouldn't last long here. "Not only do you sound fucking stupid but you've likely summoned every potential danger this place holds, and lemme tell ya toots that's a hell of a lot," he called out cheekily, sauntering out of the brush to see just what they had been bestowed with today. What he didn't expect was a black, purple and green beast a hand taller than he with giant wings and antlers. He found himself reminded of a shorter, female version of Rosco. Well, except he had chicken legs. Not once faltering in his approach he let his eyes shamelessly check out her thick form. She was bigger, draft likely, and although she was considered "plus-sized" she certainly wasn't too terribly looking. He'd probably tap it if she had a sock in her mouth. Finished with his blatant ogling his orange eyes finally met her icy blue ones. They were intense, full of something he couldn't quite place, but he would assume most would find her presence intimidating. Except honestly Ricochet didn't give a fuck. He'd seen bigger men who hadn't managed to eat him whole, what made her so scary? He could hold his own if need be. "To answer your question, yes, you have wings. Congratulations. Watch out for the colonel before he seasons you with seven herbs and spices," he barked after a moment, a cocky grin plastered against his black maw. He was going to hell. But he would do so swinging. DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN

@Alhora