Nemesis did not have a lot of tolerance for outsiders. She especially did not have tolerance since her beautiful baby girl had returned to the world, and her blood was boiling the moment she heard the strange voice in her home. Heavy footsteps echoed around her, a constant thudding that shook the earth like a minor quake. She was a proprieter of the title Knight around here and with the love of her Princess at her back there was nothing she would let slip by her.

She was a mother. A guardian. A protector. She would never fail again. Her body was crackling flames by the time she saw the trespasser, her feet crackling with flames and the tips of her ears, her crown, burning with a pain she no longer noticed. The flames were a warning. Anyone could smell the singed flesh and hair carried on the wind, and no matter the price she would pay it. Her three horns raised to the sky as she realized it was practically one of her own kin-- not a rhino, no, but some other large, horned beast.

And not the kind that played pretend rhino, either. It had tusks but not a single horn, and she relaxed slightly as she approached, blue eyes noting the small, albino mothering figure of Fleur. A fellow Merrymen, clearly here to see that the stranger was dealt with accordingly. She hardly said a word as she approached, but her flames cackled loudly as she joined them, towering over the calf and of course the skunk.

She felt she did not have to speak. Instead, she fell to a stop, blocking the infants path with her sizable girth and vicious, roaring flames. She snorted, instead assessing the situation with the quiet, brooding form of an angry mother or perhaps a large, hulking body guard. She was, in essence, both.