A bat-winged ebony mare beat her wings gently and steadily, dancing just above the thick storm clouds. Anybody with an intellect more advanced then that of a ham sandwich would question her flight at this time of night - of course, she was perfectly adapted to do just that. Not only were her eyes especially light-sensitive, but her fur allowed her to blend in perfectly with the night sky. However, that doesn't mean she can't get lost.
Augusta dipped below the clouds just enough to be able to view the ground below her, and the sight she was met with was not a pleasant one - a town. But... that doesn't make any sense! She was still in the mountains only a few minutes ago! Well, as long as she's here, she might as well try something new. She wasn't adapted to eating meat at all, but she'd done it before, and she'll do it again. After all, humans - especially the wealthiest and most pampered ones - were probably remarkably delicious, or so she thought. Augusta's wings shifted into a pose similar to that of a diving hawk and she silently glided down towards the muddy ground of the village, her stomach rumbling in anticipation. This was going to be fun.
A loud, heavy "thump" sound could be heard at least half a block away as all 1800 pounds of the mare expanded her wings suddenly and landed with the subtlety of a flying brick, disturbing the sleep of at least 4 people in the nearby inn. She scanned her surroundings as soon as she raised her head up off the ground and the first thing she noticed was, quite apparently, a confrontation between a girl and... Something Augusta had never seen before on the other side of the building she had landed beside. Augusta snuck a little closer towards the two through the space between the tavern another building she, not surprisingly, couldn't quite identify. She began to wonder why she was stalking towards these two - she had nothing to fear other than them waking up the rest of the village and starting a cliched mob scene, and even then, she has wings for a reason. Or she could just eat them, either one.
Augusta unwisely trotted a little closer to the duo, no longer making any effort to keep the volume of her footsteps down. At this point, only one conscious thought occupied her mind:
What the crap is that dog thing?!
(Agh, sorry for the wait. I got a little too immersed there.)