i. does this make my hooves look big (closed to Jacob)

Jacob always put up with her very stupid requests or ideas. He didn't even tease her much more than she teased him about it - which is why when she found the store, he's the one she sent a message to.

With a pretty obvious bait: a picture of a cute hat that she found there.

For her part, though, hats don't serve much of a purpose when you have two feet of horns to contend with. But she did have a chance of lots of cute clothes that she picks in the haphazard way she picks anything.

Which he is immediately dragged along for. Holding up a skirt at him.

"Here, what do you think of this?" It's a barely-nothing bit of a skirt, too many belts and fringed with lace. Predictably something she would pick for herself. Not least of all that it should stay on her hips with a tail in the way.

ii. with friends like these.

The blob can't seem to settle, she waits, as she watches others takes form, and it's not that she doesn't bond with her own, of course she does, bundling it up in her arms, lowering her head to kiss the top of its head. Wrapping it up in with her and the other Reindire.

But it can't stay defined. At times it seems like it might become a cat, at times a bird, at times something bigger or smaller. In as much as she has no definition of herself, she settles only as what she doesn't want. An act of self-determination that only knows the shape she refuses to be.

So maybe it isn't a surprise that it settles on a bird, it is nothing beautiful, a creature that should not be that seems stuck together and too much. Something like a rakk of Pandora, something like a phoenix, as big as an eagle with huge hanging tail feathers and dark eyes that watch everything. A beak that could snap bones if it wanted. Pure white that shimmers.

But as Angel learns to hold it, talk to it, not questioning that it speaks to her because after all, she exists as a monster with horns and a tail. So why wouldn't it talk? They are most especially kind with each other. Her head lent to let it groom her hair, as she in turn runs claws through its feathers. Settled amongst her reindire, they talk. Even if the conversations might be strange, well, Angel managed to help give Krieg of all people instructions, so it's nothing really to her.

"No, there is nothing to worry about. We'll be free here." a pause, listening, and then - "of course we can. I don't see why you can't make a nest out of clothes and bones if you want."

iii. we're only as good as the mistakes we make

For all she is strong, able to kick in walls, she is still completely without any real experience being able to fight, and a terrifying, overwhelming rage inside of her bones that lashes out at her as it does others, it makes her mind go overwhelmingly numb with it. Not process that even when she lashes out, she's not doing anything to hurt it.

It is hurting her though. A great deal.

Eventually, it lands a proper blow, even with her speed, sending her flying, banging hard into a wall, hard into the floor as she drops with that density, but now - as little as a rag doll. She is after all, not very tall. Even though she is heavy enough to leave a dint in the wall when she thrown.

But it’s enough to snap a clear thought in her head. She has to run. Get herself out of there. So she starts to scramble away, as it chases her. Half on her hands and knees, half on her hooves, heading for a door that she slams open to throw herself down another corridor. Panting weakly, blood on her lips, bruised down one side of her body as she shuts another door behind her. Bruised and battered. Coughing up a lung and a mouthful of blood.

No. No more trying to claw that thing. She came from Pandora, she knew better. Regular attacks won’t work? Then fire it was.

Now she just had to get the strength up to get back to her dorm, where she had been keeping her guns.