Volcanic Village

Her greetings between her and the ebon mare are cut short, but to no disappointment, as the stud she's waiting for marches along. Ego, much! She thinks to herself. It's fine, though. It won't be long, and she'll be rid of this death pool. The air is still and hot this day, and Isi feels slightly irritated by the heat of the late summer. The stud reaches his fine ivories toward her perfect ears, and she swivels them back, dodging his snap. Eyes slightly wider, she squeels at him, snapping back at the air as a warning to not touch. A crooked look creeps across her features as he tells her where to go, but she follows him anyway.
Upon entering the Volcanic Village, terrible smells creep about her, sweeping away her own sweet scent. She snorts lightly trying to chase away the smell of sulfur. The air is still here, also, making the temperatures seem more elevated. Eventually, she'd escape his dark searching orbs and visit the ocean, the only pleasant thing in this place. The barren look of this land, with volcanoes jutting violently from the earth, was abrupt. There was scarce vegetation growing in the rocky soil, except where the water ran. The paint peered upon him with curious eyes. She may as well get to know him for the year or two she'd be under his unmerciful command. He was handsome, but for his black heart.. It could always be worse, he could be rude AND ugly.