Nemesis knew what rage was. She felt it near constantly, only turning down to a gentle simmer around the polite company of friends. She lived as a constant, burning source of fury that gobbled up everything in its path like a wildfire through the driest of undergrowth.

... This was an entirely new feeling all together.

Nemesis. Well. She was fucking screaming bloody fucking murder. That fucking bird was not going to get away with shitting on her face-- oh no. Nemesis went from a brushfire to a blazing tornado of flame. She was not angry, she wasn't enraged, no.

She was fucking pissed off.

Monoceros usually was a roar with the wind, but now the air split with the screech of what might have been mistaken for a dying rhino, or perhaps Raheerah's literal return. Nemesis charged after the bird, ears burning whether from her magic or just hot embarrassment or not, vowing.

"IF I EVER SEE YOUR GREEN ASS AGAIN, MY HORN IS GONNA GO IN THROUGH YOUR CLOACA AND OUT THROUGH THAT UGLY FUCKING MUG OF YOURS! YOU'LL RUE THE DAY YOU EVER FUCKED WITH ME, PIGEON SHIT!"

... But the Prince had already escaped. He was already gone.

Nemesis drew to a stop, steaming bird shit all over her gem, and she fumed. The smell of burning pigeon crap was enough to make her eyes water, though she hated him all the more for it. There was no saving face-- Nemesis never really had much honor to begin with though. She didn't want anyone to see her like this.

Drawing into a quiet, sullen mood, the trinoceros retreated to the gorge to wash away her failures. At least she had gotten him away from the Merrymen's territory.