Talien is not left to her own thoughts for long. His heavy footed movements catch her ears long before the thick burly mass of mealy brown crests the rise of a nearby hillock. Silver blue eyes take opportunity of the distance between them to admire the beauty in his masculine frame. Each move he took was a ripple of muscle and strength that protruded from the thick arch of his neck to the swell of his broad chest. His eyes fix her with a steady meaningful glare. She knows him enough to read the hunger in his eyes, the same lust that burned within her own frame at the very nearness of his broad form.

Talien is young; young and naïve to the evils of the world. But where one might see it as a disadvantage, such as her father, she merely saw it as a gift. To see beyond the darkness of one’s outer appearance and to truly see the creature beneath. She was no brave lamb like her mother, willing to lay peacefully beside the mighty lion. But strong in her own way. The beauty of brandished gold is wise enough to know that she is in the presence of a beast. Perhaps not the mighty lion with its beautiful golden mane... but a beast none the less hidden beneath the thick cloak of mealy horseflesh. The unfamiliar excites her. He hadn’t hurt her, not once. He was domineering and commanding in his dealing with his entire herd, but he had yet to leave a mark upon her that she did not want. He even smiled now as he approached, in that proud wolfish manner which these days seemed an almost rare occurrence in an of itself.

An amused grin ghosts across her own delicate features as she dares to take a step closer to him, her blackened muzzle daring to reach forward to brush her soft velveteen against his own whiskered labrums. He speaks now, his response witty and confident. She cannot help but to shoot him a steady gaze, brilliant ice blue eyes twinkling with amusement as a sly smile draws the corners of her lips upwards once more into a coy smile. She lifts her head once more, displaying her own self pride. She blinks at him slowly from beneath the thick veil of dark chocolate hair that tumbles over her brow, ”Where you afraid I was lost?” she purrs smoothly, flicking her unusually long black tail in his general direction, a single dial swiveling towards him. "Or that I decided to return to Paraiso?" she murmurs, stepping close to him once more, savoring the feel of his broad frame against her own, thrilling her senses with the electric sensation that always arose when he was so near.

The question was well aimed, but held no true threat. She loved her family dearly but knew that it was perhaps best if she did not return... not to stay. Surely father would have a heart attack if he knew that his forever enemy was now the sire of at least one foal. She hoped that if their history together was any indication, soon her barrel would swell with another of his children. There was something about the stallion that intrigued her. He treasured her like some forbidden jewel... and gave her a feel of place.